[He lets out a small whine and gives her something close to puppy eyes. This is his new toy, Claire, don't take him away from it right after giving it to him okay sheesh rude.]
It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]
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It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]