[clea is very much walking around ra. clea is suddenly not enjoying this episode.]
[“Whoops,“ Daisy croaks in the dark,two floors above Clea, not at all apologetic.]
[“can you toss down some shoes, maybe?” clea calls into the dark above them, not at all okay with this. they try to kick theirs off without looking down.]
“Ugh,” Daisy moans, her cheek to the cool brick of her windowsill. “Bossy much?”
[Daisy tosses Clea the same shoes she stole from them, almost three years ago. They’re still there, in the back of her closet, and with the languid effort of a tired puppeteer Daisy drags them out and makes them walk down the wall to them.]
[clea coaxes them off the wall like they would a very nervous abseiler, feeling something in their chest. like, some kind of feeling. they're not sure which one.
"thanks," clea says softly, deciding that tacking on a rapunzel might be a little tacky. "sick much?"
they'll let her decide how much pity she wants to take from that.]
