[ communal showers are... weird. there's no getting around it. they're open in all the wrong ways, there's never the right wall-to-open space ratio, and some people (not naming names but it rhymes with bephanie) like to sing really badly off-key to songs they have no business butchering in the waterworks.
so, you know. daisy johnson doesn't always take up the "deliver towels to the linen closet" chore, for a myriad of reasons, but today she has no choice. she's been voluntold by gaby to make herself useful, been ladled with two arms' worth of questionably off-white synthetic cotton blends, and sent into the land of wet bare feet and way too many bare — ]
Dick! Jesus!
[ no, that wasn't a name being called out into the wild, that was daisy's knee jerk reaction to someone darting out of their stall at the same time she was approaching and her seeing dick just casually splayed out into the world like it ain't no thing. don't ask her why she was looking, she really wasn't, she was just trying to not look straight ahead (as to avoid eye contact) and happened to be looking down at precisely the absolute wrong angle.
the eye-contact-with-strangers'-junk angle, as luck would have it. ]
Here!
[ enjoy all the towels now being thrown at you. sorry about the earlier lack of them, but that's clearly fixed now. ]
laura said this was okay!!!!!!!!!!!
so, you know. daisy johnson doesn't always take up the "deliver towels to the linen closet" chore, for a myriad of reasons, but today she has no choice. she's been voluntold by gaby to make herself useful, been ladled with two arms' worth of questionably off-white synthetic cotton blends, and sent into the land of wet bare feet and way too many bare — ]
Dick! Jesus!
[ no, that wasn't a name being called out into the wild, that was daisy's knee jerk reaction to someone darting out of their stall at the same time she was approaching and her seeing dick just casually splayed out into the world like it ain't no thing. don't ask her why she was looking, she really wasn't, she was just trying to not look straight ahead (as to avoid eye contact) and happened to be looking down at precisely the absolute wrong angle.
the eye-contact-with-strangers'-junk angle, as luck would have it. ]
Here!
[ enjoy all the towels now being thrown at you. sorry about the earlier lack of them, but that's clearly fixed now. ]