[They had been this close before - even closer! ...But that's when they were tangled up in the string of a purse and also had other things on their mind. Right now, the only thing standing in front of him, so so close, is Daisy herself. Some of his feathers turn a little red, and his head ducks down a little shyly after she adjusts his hat. Then he takes a breath and starts speaking.]
D-don't be sorry! I'm happy to help! [Even if it was unwittingly. One of her papers ended up on his head? As he looks down, he notices some more more that the wind blew onto is arms and chest. He peels them off to offer to her.]
Here's some more! What are they? [He holds one up to look at, finally realizing that it's sketch of a dress.] Ooh pretty!
[Donald doesn't have the keenest eye for fashion, but he appreciates the sketch all the same. It feels like anything that Daisy creates or wears looks lovely by default!]
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D-don't be sorry! I'm happy to help! [Even if it was unwittingly. One of her papers ended up on his head? As he looks down, he notices some more more that the wind blew onto is arms and chest. He peels them off to offer to her.]
Here's some more! What are they? [He holds one up to look at, finally realizing that it's sketch of a dress.] Ooh pretty!
[Donald doesn't have the keenest eye for fashion, but he appreciates the sketch all the same. It feels like anything that Daisy creates or wears looks lovely by default!]