There was a very rare sight in the bedroom of happy of MHA #11 tonight. The place was in disarray, clothes scattered and thrown haphazardly around the room ( Read more... )

Another quiet Friday night in. It felt, to Daisy, that she'd been having a lot of those lately. There was just something becoming about rounding off a long week of work, justice, and social endeavors with some soft music, even softer candlelight, and a vodka and orange mixed in your own kitchen ( Read more... )

Number 11 was a small apartment, decorated cozily, and so when Daisy was in the kitchen, the aromas of whatever she was making easily found their way through the entirety of the place and making it smell very, very good. She'd slipped out of bed and back into the comfortable number from last night, leaving Max to sleep in. Poor thing might have ( Read more... )

It had been a quiet day at work, which was probably a good thing as a Friday that wasn't quiet around here meant a Friday where Daisy was out shooting things until well after nightfall. Without shooting things, though, she had more than enough time to come hom, take a nice bath, change into something cute and comfortable and then get ready for Max ( Read more... )

Daisy had not held office hours at all this semester; it seemed a little pointless when she had only five students and they all knew they could find her at the station if she was needed outside of class. But today, at this moment, considering how her last two shifts at the station had gone, she was thinking it was a fine time to hold office hours ( Read more... )

Last night, Daisy's cooking experiments had been vaguely inspired from her mum's side; tonight, she decided she's take up on her dad's side of the spectrum, cooking South Asian style, but with a mind for it to be something to eventually be used in her workshop this summer. It was also a bit of an experiment in different lighting and mood music, ( Read more... )

Daisy 'owed' Ben a dinner tonight, a bargaining mechanism thinly disguised as not only a way to spend time with him, but also as a way to start trying some of the new things she'd pulled up to consider for the workshop she would be teaching this summer. The mood lighting and accompanying music were easy enough, so as soon as Daisy took care of ( Read more... )

It was Friday night, there was music thumping through her stereo, she had a date with someone new tonight, and all sorts of noise going on in the kitchen as Daisy went about trying to cook something for it. She really couldn't have been in a better mood if it weren't for just one singular little fact that had been bothering her. It hit her, ( Read more... )

Daisy's had a quiet sort of day, just as she'd preferred her Sunday, to get her ready for another week. Hopefully, this one would be much quieter than last week, but, just in case, she was determined to just stay home and read a bit to help centre herself a little more, even after her usual meditations. Or, well, because of it, as there had been ( Read more... )

Daisy had been cleaning the apartment. She figured, since there had already been work earlier, the whole idea of spending the whole day being lazy was a little wasted before it even started, so she might as well make the place look like she didn't live like a pig ( Read more... )