Changin' every day, every possible way

[the2ndwonder]

Blind date.

Those two words aren't ones that she'd heard in years. Years and years, not until after Terry, before Kyle, and far before Roy. Now, though, it seemed that Donna was, in fact, going on a blind date.

Provided, of course, that she could find something to wear.

Currently, she was tearing through the clothes box, trying to find something

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[thirdboxcar]

"You going on a date, too?" Walt asks when he comes across the woman, sitting in front of the clothes box. "I was set up for one, and I really don't have a clue what to wear."

He kind of had an idea, but having been here for long enough, he knew the clothes box wasn't exactly going to give him a nice shirt and pants without Walt giving up something of his own.

[the2ndwonder]

"Yeah, but..." She pulled out another- well. She wasn't actually sure if it was a shirt or a skirt til she checked the tag. "Apparently the box wants me to look like a hooker." She made a face. "You could wear anything, almost." She smiled, looking up at him. "Because you're a guy. Donna Troy, nice to meet you."

[thirdboxcar]

"That don't mean I'm wearing pink," Walt snorts, pulling out a bright pink shirt out of the clothes box.

"Walt Hasser," he introduces himself, holding his hand out for her to shake. "At least you wouldn't be a bad looking hooker," he adds, grinning, "I've seen some."

[the2ndwonder]

Donna opened her mouth, closed it, and couldn't stop the laugh that slipped free, even though her cheeks turned rosy. "I'm not even sure if I should be offended or flattered," she said, shaking her head. She pulled out yet another catsuit. ".... Or it wants me to take up being a hero again. There's not much room here for lycra."

[thirdboxcar]

His eyebrows shooting up, Walt claps his hand on his mouth. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!" He apologizes, eyes still wide. "Being a Marine has its pros and cons."

[the2ndwonder]

Donna laughed, and shook her head. "No, honey, I'm fine, I promise. Hand to Hera, I was just teasing." She couldn't stop her smile, and nodded at the box. "Maybe I can get you something not-pink, and you can get me something that doesn't make me look like a hooker?"

She already started to dig through the box, trying to find things that looked at least sort of decent.

[thirdboxcar]

Walt thinks about this offer, nodding with a bright smile. "Anything special you'd like?" He asks, sticking his hand into the clothes box alongside hers.

[the2ndwonder]

"Just something that doesn't look painted on. I mean, it's been a while since I've been on a date, but I'm not that desperate." She's kidding, but that didn't mean it wasn't true.

"Or acid wash. I'm not actually from the 80s." She tugs out a shirt - buttondown, white, with pinstripes. "What size do you wear?" Maybe they'd be lucky.

[thirdboxcar]

Walt chuckles, before shrugging. Everything they'd given him in Marine-boot camp had been regular sizes, but taking a guess, he says, "L, I think? I could just try it on, maybe it'll fit."

Huddling a little closer, he murmurs, "Uh, what size are... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking, I just..." Walt gestures helplessly at the clothes box, hoping Donna would catch his drift.

[the2ndwonder]

"Between a six and a ten," she says, making a face. She'll never tell him why there was a four size difference - mostly because it depends on the cut, but she'll make it work.

"Here. This should work," she says, and tilts her head. "Do you have any jeans? It'd probably look good with those."

[thirdboxcar]

Nodding, Walt digs through the box, pulling out a silvery dress and holding it out for Donna to look at. "Whaddya think of this one?" He asks.

"Yeah, I do- I got lucky that one time and pulled out an acceptable pair of jeans," Walt says, grinning.

[the2ndwonder]

She smiles, and checks the tag - an eight, which means it should work. She tucks it away, and hands him the shirt. "Well, that was easy enough. We should definitely go looking for each other's clothes more often." She realises what exactly she just said, and her cheeks turn pink with a slow burn of embarrassment. Still, she said it, and she lifts her chin just a little bit, daring him to make a comment.

[thirdboxcar]

Walt grins, and before he can stop his mouth from opening, he's already muttering, "You mean just here in the clothes box or in other places?"

Damn it. All Walt wants to do right now is crawl into a hole and wait for Donna to leave. This fucking island was doing things to him he couldn't even describe.

[the2ndwonder]

Her brows shoot up, and her mouth falls open for just a second, and she's bright red in less than a second. "Just... here." It was different, the disaster that had been her marriage and Kyle- they'd worked together, and Roy had been her best friend since she'd been twelve. This part was what Dick did, the flirting and things that she'd never quite taken to because she'd been sheltered from the world of men until she was twelve.

That, she sudden realises, was probably a good bit of why her relationships were so... Well.

"Thank you. For the dress." She honestly looked more confused than anything else - not offended, but then again, she mostly isn't thinking about what he just said.

[thirdboxcar]

Seeing how... upset Donna seems all of a sudden, Walt sits back on his haunches, getting some space in between them. Something he'd learned was that most people actually didn't like other people crowding them in when they were upset, so he decides it's best to give her some space.

"My pleasure," he says, offering a smile.