forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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(honestly, we could probably skip to morning unless you have an idea, lmao)

Danny finally drifted off, his arms resting on top of his head to block any little bit of light.

(Not at all!)

Alex awoke in the morning with a soft groan, rolling onto his back, then getting out of his bed. What happened…? Then he remembered. The curse. Damn. He sighed as he stood up, running a hand through his hair and padding softly to the door of his room, where he spotted Danny on the couch. Oh.

Danny was still asleep, even snoring quietly. He looked tired, like this was the first chance of uninterrupted sleep he had had in ages.

He smiled slightly, and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. He started the coffee pot, and began to work on scrambled eggs.

The different noises and smells from the kitchen gradually roused Danny awake, who had sort of forgotten where he was. The werewolf sat up with a start, his hair sticking up every which way.

Alex didn't notice, working on making sure the eggs didn't burn. He hummed softly as he did so.

The memories flooded back to Danny, and he relaxed somewhat. He looked at Alex suspiciously, not sure if the curse had taken over or not, ignoring the fact that if it did, chances were that Alex wouldn’t exactly be taking time to cook right about now.

(you just used two different character names for Alex, and only one was correct lmao)

Alex kept working. He hoped Danny could eat eggs, otherwise he wasn't sure what to feed the Werewolf male.

(oh wow fuck sorry, my brain is FUCKED today. lemme fix that)

“Mornin’.” Danny stood up, walking over to the kitchen. He stood next to Alex, watching him cook with his head tilted. “How’re you feeling?”

(lmaoo it's fine)

Alex jumped, startled, and looked up. "Oh. Hi." he greeted. "I'm…fine." after a moment, he said, "You keep a knife in your shoe."

“..Yep.” Danny shrugged nonchalantly, sticking his hands in his pockets. “It’s a cool one, too.”

He blinked slowly. "That's…not normal." He shrugged his shoulders, looking at the eggs again. "Also, you can eat eggs, right?"

“That’s.. super normal. I dunno if you remember, Alex, but Dog City fucking sucks, dude.” Danny chewed on his nails, nodding. “Yeah, I can eat ‘em.”

"I…" He shrugged his shoulders, then nodded. "Alright." He ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, by the way. For… helping me last night."

“It’s no big deal, man. Just did what I’d want someone to do for me.” Danny looked at Alex quizzically. “Does your head not hurt, though? Or like.. anywhere? ‘Cause you fuckin’ faceplanted.”

He shrugged. "I'm used to it." He replied softly, going to the cabinet and taking a Tylenol, then going back to the eggs. He dished them out onto two plates, holding one out to Danny.

“Jesus dude, get checked for a TBI or some shit like that- thanks, man.” Danny took the plate. “Hey, who’s that Mrs Parker type? She’s scary as fuck, dude.”

He laughed. "She's some sort of magician or Fae or something." He shrugged slightly. "She's a sweetheart, though." He set his plate on the table, getting out forks and water, along with cheese, pepper, and salt for the eggs.

“Dude? She might kill me.” Danny stayed standing, picking up a fork. “She was implying some shit last night, and wow.”

"She's…protective." he said sheepishly, sitting down at the table. He smiled a little. "Why, what'd she say?"

“Protective? She’s a mama bear if I ever saw one.” Danny laughed, digging into his eggs. “I think she had it in her head that I was tryna like.. fuck you? Which I made it very clear that I was not- I have a boyfriend.” He added quickly, although he didn’t seem embarrassed at all. “Which.. didn’t change her mind whatsoever.”

He sighed. "Yeah. I've…made some bad choices with boyfriend's before. That's all." He shrugged his shoulders. "Keats, for instance, didn't give a shit if I wasn't conscious." His eyes flickered, and he looked down at his eggs.

“..Yeah, she mentioned that.” Danny had already nearly finished his eggs- the werewolf appetite of his tended to mean food didn’t last long. He went quiet.