"Yeah, I can do that. Just hurry, okay?" Daphne moved from her room to Bay's, heading for her dresser to find a shirt, the oil heating on the stove completely forgotten in the midst of her stress and frustration.
"Is there a specific shirt you want, or just anything that's clean?" She propped the phone against a stray piece of laundry on top of Bay's dresser so she could have her hands free to search through drawers while still being able to see Bay's signing on the phone's screen.
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2014-09-25 07:54 (UTC)"Is there a specific shirt you want, or just anything that's clean?" She propped the phone against a stray piece of laundry on top of Bay's dresser so she could have her hands free to search through drawers while still being able to see Bay's signing on the phone's screen.