[ Eddie says something that could have been a dig at his high standards, but she yawns too hard for it to make any sense, rolling onto her back as Tommy sits upright. He keeps the sheet modestly pulled over himself, but Eddie doesn't bother, sprawling out across the mattress with an arm flung over her face, very clearly not nearly as awake as he is.
She lifts the arm over her face to tuck it behind her head instead, watching him fight with his hair for a moment in silence before speaking up. ]
I got combs and shit in the bathroom, if you want. Detanglers. [ There's no need to even imply that she often needs them, it's patently obvious. ] You gotta head out?
[ She knows it won't be long before someone — Chrissy, maybe, but probably some poor assistant — will be knocking on her door, telling her they need to get on the road, but Eddie doesn't really know what time it is yet and also doesn't care. If she had her druthers, she'd roll over and go back to sleep. Preferably with Tommy blocking the light from the window, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen. ]
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Date: 2025-05-27 03:42 pm (UTC)She lifts the arm over her face to tuck it behind her head instead, watching him fight with his hair for a moment in silence before speaking up. ]
I got combs and shit in the bathroom, if you want. Detanglers. [ There's no need to even imply that she often needs them, it's patently obvious. ] You gotta head out?
[ She knows it won't be long before someone — Chrissy, maybe, but probably some poor assistant — will be knocking on her door, telling her they need to get on the road, but Eddie doesn't really know what time it is yet and also doesn't care. If she had her druthers, she'd roll over and go back to sleep. Preferably with Tommy blocking the light from the window, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen. ]