@GoblinKing
“Eh.” Danny shrugged. “You wanna show him your teeth, Kit?” Danny grinned, looking down at one of the kids. The child, apparently elated at this chance, bared their jagged teeth and snarled, though it was a weak noise.
“Eh.” Danny shrugged. “You wanna show him your teeth, Kit?” Danny grinned, looking down at one of the kids. The child, apparently elated at this chance, bared their jagged teeth and snarled, though it was a weak noise.
Alex shuddered theatrically, then gave the little werewolf a smile, showing his own dull, normal human teeth. "Your little siblings could kill me." he repeated.
“Easy, killer!” Danny tugged back his sibling as they tried to lunge forward at Alex. “Yeah, they could. Not like, one of them. Maybe all 6 or somethin’, but if I leave you with only one, even during a shift, best they could do is go through a finger or two.”
"I am very attached to my fingers, Danny." Alex said, rolling his eyes jokingly. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Fingers. What are they good for, really?” Danny let out another of his sharp, hyena-esque laughs. “Not a whole lot, when you really think about it.”
"I use them for quite a lot of things." he argued. "Like writing, and texting, and…" And holding my dad's hand because he's too fragile for hugs now even though he used to be one of the strongest cops on the force.
“..Fair. Okay, maybe they’re somewhat useful.” Danny relented, nodding in acknowledgement. “You make good points.”
(i should probably go to sleep rn, so goodnight!)
He shrugged his shoulders, laughing a little. "I'm a writer, Danny. Of course i do."
(ok. Good night!)
“Yeah, yeah.” Danny held his hand up, out of the reach of his sibling. “Jesus, kid acts like we don’t feed him.” He laughed, shaking his head.
He grinned at Danny, watching the werewolves. He didn't know the proper response, so he stretched, leaning back on the ground again.
“Hey, uh- I should probably take these kids home soon.” Danny said after a few minutes, after letting the kids run back to the little group.
"Alright." He replied, sitting up again to look over at Danny. "Well, it was nice talking to you again."
“Yeah! Man, we gotta like.. plan somethin’, instead’a just runnin’ into each other all the time.” Danny stood, picking up his siblings. He whistled sharply, calling the rest of the children over. “I’ll text you or somethin’?”
He laughed. "Yeah, we do need to plan it next time." He replied, smiling. "And yeah. Text me. Though I can't guarantee a quick answer."
“Don’t need a quick answer, don’t worry about it, man.” Danny nodded, doing a quick headcount of the werewolves around him.
(i just got the idea for like.. maybe a high school reunion? what do you think?)
(ooh yeah that might be fun!)
(Also I've been thinking at some point that Alex ends up like… calling Keats, and then in the morning he contacts Danny and he's crying and nearly unintelligible and like just asks if Danny can come over bc he doesn't have anybody else and he doesn't wanna be alone or something idk lol)
"Alright." He stretched, standing up. "Maybe we can meet up at like…that diner again or something?" He shrugged.
(yeah! we can do your idea before mine, if you want! i’m gonna develop mine some more, because it’s a little half-baked rn lol)
“Oh, yeah! That’d be nice.” Danny nodded, giving him a small smile. “Just gimme a time and date, I just have to check to make sure it’s actually somethin’ I can spring.”
(alright! Haha sounds good.)
Alex nodded. "Yeah, of course. Though I can't promise I won't have to skip out on you. My dad is…getting worse."
“Hey, nothin’s ever set in stone. Keep me updated on his condition though, alright? Gotta make sure you’re doin’ okay.” Danny rocked on his heels. “But man, it’s always family first, I’ll understand.”
He nodded a little. "Yeah. Thanks." He ran a hand through his hair. "He's got…we think maybe two months? I don't know?"
“Oh, shit. I didn’t realize it was that bad, man, I’m sorry.” Danny’s face drained of all color, a hand moving to his mouth for a moment.
He shrugged. "The mark is here." He tapped a spot a little ways above his heart. "And he's about 45. So."
“..Fuck. Still, man- I feel for ya.” Danny gritted his teeth.
He let out a slow breath. "Yeah. Thanks." He replied softly, running a hand through his hair.
“Like I said- text me if you need anything. I don’t answer calls from anyone, so don’t try it unless it’s an emergency.” Danny added. “Dead serious, man.”
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