Hi. Again. [his eyes soften immediately, taking in the smile that adorns daisy's face, her outfit, hands looking a little like they need something to do.
that's why she's here, isn't it?
god he hopes that's why she's here. at any rate, he steps aside, door widening enough to let her in. robbie shuffles his feet nervously as he heads toward his couch. ]
( It's better to be honest. Even if she does prefix that with self-depreciation. Right now, she's feeling at least fourteen, hormonally driven and into some guy.
God, she wasn't even this bad at fourteen. )
What if your couch is terrible? I'll have to lie. Maybe I can't lie. ( No, she's a SHIELD agent and besides, somewhat of a past rebel. But she's following regardless, running a hand over the back of his couch and looking up to him. )
[it's a flimsy excuse, but he's charmed nonetheless.]
Yeah, maybe a little too old, but it's okay.
[robbie clutches at his chest and frowns in mock hurt.] You wouldn't.
I'm glad you approve. But I think I invited you over to break it in. [with that he raises his eyebrows, sitting down and patting the spot beside him on the couch.]
( Daisy doesn't need to be told twice, turning on her heel and sinking into the couch with a thoughtful hum. It doesn't take her long before she's stretching her legs out before her, leaning her elbow on the arm rest. It is a good couch. Very comfortable. Nice size too.
Rolling her head his way, Daisy does her best to look thoughtful. )
Not bad. I'd give it a solid eight out of ten, you know. Some points have to be deducted, but otherwise it's a pretty good choice. I'm impressed.
[he shouldn't be surprised by now how daisy stretches out shamelessly on his couch, making it her own with barely any invitation necessary. sure he'd said that she had room to spread out but that doesn't mean he was actually expecting her to take up the offer.
still, he can't help but think that she looks good, right even, arm casually draped against the arm rest.]
[if she's hoping for snug, he can at the very least simulate that by inching closer to her, close enough that all she would have to do is lean over and she'd basically be back where she was the last time she'd come over.]
What's it gonna take for the couch to feel just right?
( He scoots a little closer and Daisy feels her pulse pick up a notch, her smile widening when he closes the gap. )
I could think of a few things.
( While she doesn't climb into his lap, this time, she does shift until her knee is curled beneath her, until she's half facing him, elbow on the back of the couch and her eyes on his. Daisy lifts a hand, presses her fingertips to his chest, something curious and thoughtful in her expression. )
[something about her tone makes his heartrate kick up a notch, his throat tighten, and his palms feel clammy.
and then she shuffles, turns toward him and rests her fingers against his chest. he wonders if she can feel the hammering in his chest, whether the vibrations are as familiar to her as the rumbling of the earth, or her own heart. he wonders if she knows him by that steady thump as well as he — thanks to the rider — knows her soul.
robbie swallows down the sandpapery feeling of a dry throat and stammers out a nervous reply. he'd felt so confident while texting, but now that she was here, he couldn't help but feel foolish, unsure. terrified.]
Well, it certainly can't be for my cooking. I've set off the smoke detector at least three times since I moved in.
Did you blame it on the Rider? Am I going to have to hack Cadelle's dispatch computers on the regular so you don't get a reputation? Ooh, you should so go on Hell's Kitchen.
( Daisy, no.
But, she has to be serious for a moment. )
I think we should talk. ( Which is a lot more awkward and excruciating, but she wants to make sure they're on the right page now. ) I like you. I mean, I'm pretty sure you know that. But I like like you too. ( God, why does this feel like high school? ) I think you like me too. And I know we've both kind of got our own issues and shit that could make this difficult - ( Lifting her hand to wave it between the pair of them. ) But I just ... ( With a frustrated exhale. ) I kind of want to give it a chance. So I guess what I need to know is if you do too?
[there's something soothing about seeing her nose crinkle and her face shift as if this were just any regular old day in the life and times of daisy johnson. it eases some of the tension developing in his shoulders and he feels calmer if for only a moment while she playfully suggests that he join that gordon ramsay shouting fest that is known as hells' kitchen. he shakes his head in the negative, barely containing the urge to jab her in the arm.]
Yeah no. I'm pretty sure the whole building knows the burnt popcorn and other food item smells are from me.
[and there's a smile there too, even as she takes a breath and steers them toward a more important conversation, one that they've only toyed with thus far, one that feels important. one that he's not sure he's ready for but will have all the same. robbie grabs a hold of her hand from midair, fingers lacing between hers, and gives it a squeeze.]
Yeah. [he says at first as if he one word response is going to be enough. it's true though. he does like her. and more importantly than that, he does want to know where this will lead and he wants to give them a chance in this place where neither is plagued by what they have to do on a regular basis.] I'm — yeah. I like you too.
That's — you should probably know that already. And yeah, I'd like to give us a shot.
( He's laconic, but strangely enough Daisy likes that about him. She's always been too much, too loud, too obvious, trying to fill the empty spaces in her life with words and actions. Robbie isn't like that, and usually that would put her on the defensive, but with him she feels comfortable enough to ramble without aim or purpose. He'd tell her, if he needed her to be quiet.
And he says he'd like to try. Daisy's whole expression shifts, loses it's worried edges and it's frown to turn into something bright and beaming. She's not felt quite so relieved in a long time. ( She's not thought about kissing something as much as she's thought about kissing him in a long time too. )
Good. ( Which is a little ridiculous, but still. She has to keep herself on track. ) I mean, we knew what this place was asking for when we signed up, right? ( Intimacy with relative strangers, apparently. But she knew Robbie, which led to a whole load of conflicting issues. ) And I'm not going to make it weird. We've both got things we need to achieve here. But I'd kind of like to date you? Maybe? And kiss you, obviously. Like, a lot of kissing. I'm pretty sure I wanted to kiss you before too. Somewhere between the fighting and all.
( She pauses, bites her lip, shaking her head a little at her own strangeness. )
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that's why she's here, isn't it?
god he hopes that's why she's here. at any rate, he steps aside, door widening enough to let her in. robbie shuffles his feet nervously as he heads toward his couch. ]
Um. Why are you apologizing?
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( It's better to be honest. Even if she does prefix that with self-depreciation. Right now, she's feeling at least fourteen, hormonally driven and into some guy.
God, she wasn't even this bad at fourteen. )
What if your couch is terrible? I'll have to lie. Maybe I can't lie. ( No, she's a SHIELD agent and besides, somewhat of a past rebel. But she's following regardless, running a hand over the back of his couch and looking up to him. )
Not bad, not bad. First impressions are good.
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Yeah, maybe a little too old, but it's okay.
[robbie clutches at his chest and frowns in mock hurt.] You wouldn't.
I'm glad you approve. But I think I invited you over to break it in. [with that he raises his eyebrows, sitting down and patting the spot beside him on the couch.]
There's more room for you to spread too.
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Rolling her head his way, Daisy does her best to look thoughtful. )
Not bad. I'd give it a solid eight out of ten, you know. Some points have to be deducted, but otherwise it's a pretty good choice. I'm impressed.
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still, he can't help but think that she looks good, right even, arm casually draped against the arm rest.]
And just why are you deducting points? Hmm?
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( She grins, watching him through the sweep of her eyelashes. )
The last one was a little snug. I liked that.
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[if she's hoping for snug, he can at the very least simulate that by inching closer to her, close enough that all she would have to do is lean over and she'd basically be back where she was the last time she'd come over.]
What's it gonna take for the couch to feel just right?
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I could think of a few things.
( While she doesn't climb into his lap, this time, she does shift until her knee is curled beneath her, until she's half facing him, elbow on the back of the couch and her eyes on his. Daisy lifts a hand, presses her fingertips to his chest, something curious and thoughtful in her expression. )
But it isn't really the couch I came over for.
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and then she shuffles, turns toward him and rests her fingers against his chest. he wonders if she can feel the hammering in his chest, whether the vibrations are as familiar to her as the rumbling of the earth, or her own heart. he wonders if she knows him by that steady thump as well as he — thanks to the rider — knows her soul.
robbie swallows down the sandpapery feeling of a dry throat and stammers out a nervous reply. he'd felt so confident while texting, but now that she was here, he couldn't help but feel foolish, unsure. terrified.]
Well, it certainly can't be for my cooking. I've set off the smoke detector at least three times since I moved in.
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Did you blame it on the Rider? Am I going to have to hack Cadelle's dispatch computers on the regular so you don't get a reputation? Ooh, you should so go on Hell's Kitchen.
( Daisy, no.
But, she has to be serious for a moment. )
I think we should talk. ( Which is a lot more awkward and excruciating, but she wants to make sure they're on the right page now. ) I like you. I mean, I'm pretty sure you know that. But I like like you too. ( God, why does this feel like high school? ) I think you like me too. And I know we've both kind of got our own issues and shit that could make this difficult - ( Lifting her hand to wave it between the pair of them. ) But I just ... ( With a frustrated exhale. ) I kind of want to give it a chance. So I guess what I need to know is if you do too?
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Yeah no. I'm pretty sure the whole building knows the burnt popcorn and other food item smells are from me.
[and there's a smile there too, even as she takes a breath and steers them toward a more important conversation, one that they've only toyed with thus far, one that feels important. one that he's not sure he's ready for but will have all the same. robbie grabs a hold of her hand from midair, fingers lacing between hers, and gives it a squeeze.]
Yeah. [he says at first as if he one word response is going to be enough. it's true though. he does like her. and more importantly than that, he does want to know where this will lead and he wants to give them a chance in this place where neither is plagued by what they have to do on a regular basis.] I'm — yeah. I like you too.
That's — you should probably know that already. And yeah, I'd like to give us a shot.
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And he says he'd like to try. Daisy's whole expression shifts, loses it's worried edges and it's frown to turn into something bright and beaming. She's not felt quite so relieved in a long time. ( She's not thought about kissing something as much as she's thought about kissing him in a long time too. )
Good. ( Which is a little ridiculous, but still. She has to keep herself on track. ) I mean, we knew what this place was asking for when we signed up, right? ( Intimacy with relative strangers, apparently. But she knew Robbie, which led to a whole load of conflicting issues. ) And I'm not going to make it weird. We've both got things we need to achieve here. But I'd kind of like to date you? Maybe? And kiss you, obviously. Like, a lot of kissing. I'm pretty sure I wanted to kiss you before too. Somewhere between the fighting and all.
( She pauses, bites her lip, shaking her head a little at her own strangeness. )
So, we're good to go?