“Hey, Alex? I hate to ask, brother, but do you mind helping me separate these two? The other couple are under control, but I need another pair of hands when dealing with these ones.” Danny sighed, trying to pry a set of little jaws off of a little hand.
Alex nodded a little, and came over. He cautiously worked to help Danny separate the two smaller werewolves, mindful about being bitten. Sure, maybe none of them were old enough to transfer it, but he didn't want to take that chance.
Danny, on the other hand, barely used any caution. He sighed, picking up the biter and saying a few choice, scolding words to them before setting them down. He took a seat in the grass, at a spot where he could easily keep an eye on the children. “You can sit if you want. Not gonna say you gotta, though.”
Alex shrugged, and crouched down near Danny, then finally sat. "Alright. How have you been lately?" he asked, eyes flicking around the park for a while. He ran a hand through his hair.
“Ah, pretty good- Cherry, don’t do that! You?” Danny spoke like he didn’t interrupt himself, trying to split his attention between his packmates and Alex to the best of his ability.
Alex shrugged a little. "Fine, I guess. Trying to settle back into routine." he replied, looking over at Danny for a moment.
“Back into one? What got you out?” Danny still watched the scene in front of him, though he momentarily looked over at Alex.
"Uhm…" he shrugged a little. "I've never really had a routine at my apartment. Not any good ones, so it's mostly just me trying to make one." he waved a hand. "Most of my routines had something to do with Keats, whether that was drugs or a "date" or…whatever. And then obviously my routines from traveling have to change. So I'm trying to work on that."
“Oh.. damn. That sucks, man, sorry.” Danny shifted to where he was crouching instead of directly sitting on the ground. “They’re tough to get goin’, but tougher to break, I’ll tell you that.”
"Yeah." he nodded a little bit. "What really sucks is I fucking memorized Keats' number. So." it had been four times already that he had caught himself reaching for his phone to dial the succubus' number. Four times where he had clenched his fists until his palms bled from his nails.
Danny wrinkled his nose, remembering the stories about Keats. “Agh, you didn’t call him, did you?”
"No. I haven't. I'm not…quite that stupid or desperate." He replied, shaking his head quickly. "I…almost have, but…" he shook his head again.
“But you didn’t. ‘Almost’ doesn’t really mean jack-shit in the grand scheme of things. I almost started smoking again, but I didn’t. See what I’m sayin’?” Danny turned his head to look at Alex, his pale eyes nearly boring into his very soul.
Alex shrugged a little. He avoided Danny's eyes. His mouth twitched in a faintly sardonic smile. "Yeah, unless your "almost" is assassination. Like "I almost assassinated the president, but I killed his wife instead" or "I almost started a world war, but instead I destroyed Russia". See?"
“God, and I thought I was the edgelord. You get what I’m sayin’, though! You didn’t fuckin’ call the bastard, and that’s what matters.” Danny picked at the grass, examining the blades in his fingers. “It’s not like you actually killed the president’s wife.”
He laughed a little bit. "Mm. True." he replied. He looked at Danny. "And yeah no, I don't do assassinations. Usually."
“You say that like it’s a side gig you do for fun.” Danny laughed, a gleam in his eye. “Like.. you’re a writer, sure, but sometimes on the weekend you like to let loose and do a little murder.”
He laughed. "Nah, that's what my curse does for fun. I'm pretty sure it eats people on occasion, because I've woken up to some pretty sketchy situations." he shook his head, laughing a little bit.
“Hey, you know what? Call it cultural differences, but that sounds like a Tuesday to me.” Danny shot him a sideways grin, his jagged teeth glinting in the harsh sun.
Alex raised his eyebrows. "Should I be worried that you're going to eat me?" He asked slowly, laughing a little bit.
Danny wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not. He did, but it sounded forced and contrived. “Ha.. no. Believe it or not, I don’t eat people I know. That’s a myth.” He stayed crouched, although he took a knee for a moment to catch a break. Danny’s eyes wandered off, now questioning what Alex really thought about werewolves.
He nodded a little bit, eyes flickering away for a moment. "Right. I was just joking, you know. I didn't really think you would have eaten me." he shrugged his shoulders.
“..Yeah, no, I didn’t know.” Danny laughed slightly, shrugging. “You never know, really. But like- rest assured man, I won’t start snackin’ on your shoulder anytime soon.” Danny quipped, knotting a particularly long blade of grass in his hands.
(I'm not gonna be super active tonight, sorry)
Alex laughed a little. "Alright. And I, personally…I wouldn't, but I can't exactly speak for the curse. It would probably eat you just as happily as anyone else." his smile flickered for just a moment. He didn't know how many days he had spent bent over the toilet, throwing up whatever shit the curse had put in his body.
(nbd, thanks for letting me know!)
Danny shrugged, nodding. “Yeah, that’s fair.” He thought for a moment. “Geez, but you gotta put up with that shit, don’t you? Fuck, man, that sucks.”