You can use a staff however you want. [which technically isn't true, but things like technique are for people who can afford to be fussy.] But I get it.
( Wait, no, don't send that. Except no he totally did just send that, and he stares in horror. It takes a really, really long time for him to type this, and he tries to think of about twenty different ways to phrase it, before he has to concede defeat. )
[Oh no that's both adorable and hilarious. She pretty much figures out where this is going after the "are hick", and is amused to find she was right.
If she hadn't met Donny, her first response would be to tease mercilessly, but she wonders if that might be a bit much.]
they are, and luckily for you i have nearly as much experience covering up hickeys as i do covering up bruises!
you'll wanna start with a yellow based concealer with foundation over that. if you think you can make it outside in your condition to come over here, i'll pick something up and teach you how to do it.
( and so, dutifully, he is there in exactly one hour, and he's holding more cookies - ones he got from Madhi though, so they have a shortlived feel-good side effect.
He is so awkward normally, but those hickeys marking up his neck just seem to make it all the more evident. There are a lot of hickeys. A lot. Like maybe he was mauled.
[She's managed to a) find make up that should work with his skin tone and b) cleared out her roommates to save Donny from having to deal with anyone but her.
She opens the door with a smile, and just - raises an eyebrow at all those marks, before ushering him inside.]
( No Stephanie, he looks so mortified, just shuffles in and holds out the cookies as if they might be some kind of penance. )
J-just um, p-pretend I have a witty p-pun, here.
( Huff, so flustered, as he (uselessly) tries to tug the neck of his t-shirt up a little bit. Hopelessly: ) I thought t-toothpaste would uh, w-would help.
The cookies are accepted and set down on the kitchen bench, and she gestures for Donny to take a chair, before just - looking at him. She sighs, looking at the ceiling as if there might be answers for her life written up there.]
Boys.
[How do they even function in real life?]
Go wash your face.
[Just in case there's anything toothpaste left, he does smell a bit minty, after all.]
( Since they are pie buddies I am going to use the powers of retcon to say it was pie all along
PIE, STEPHANIE
She manages to get just the tiniest bit of a smile out of him, before he slides out of the chair and trots along to the bathroom, giving himself a good scrub. And spoilers: Donny does not function, lbr.
It's not long before he's back, idly scratching at his jaw, and making a sound when he accidentally prods a hickey there. )
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