03-12-2021, 05:16 PM
Making friends, oh boy. What a task.
Danny wasn't sure how he managed to make one friend, especially not with Vayne, the charismatic socialite that she was. He figured his own awkwardness and significantly quieter nature would have bored her by now, but he was somehow doing something right. He found himself much too afraid to try and make any new friends on his own, he was at the mercy of the other kids who were much more energetic and friendly. Like Lumia.
Was he moping? Maybe. He did just find the dead body of his mother, that was the sort of thing that really ruined your week, a total bummer. He tried wrestling with it on his own, bad idea of course, laying around the tavern first, just listening to the music that was usually playing. When that didn't work, he opted to take a walk down to the beach, a very, very common practice. After all, if Danny wasn't hiding in the tavern building, he was at the beach. Not being in either meant he wasn't around. He'd expected the waves, maybe a shell or two to bring back for the crew's designated shell collector, and perhaps another crab. What he hadn't been expecting was Lumia, especially not as a projectile.
By the time he caught on to her it was too late, and he went down, wincing a little as the sand scratched at his already scraped up skin. He took the canine a little more time to get up than it took her, sitting up and spitting some sand granules off to the side. Oh, he'd totally forgotten, he was going to be a beta soon. Real soon. "You think so?" Danny questioned, eyes widening subtly at the idea. He shook out his fur, sending the rest of the sand lodged in there flying, and flipping one of his ears back to normal, previously inside out against his skull, flattened by the landing.
He was tired, and sad, yeah, but he also didn't want to disappoint or upset Lu, and against the alarms of his anxiety he did want to have company of some more friends. Besides, he needed to really learn how to fight, not just take on threats running on full instinct and no skill. He'd never make a good fighter like that. Speaking of that, he really hoped she didn't think he was weak or something, and this was why she suddenly told him to get up and spar with her. Surely that was just his nerves being mean to him again, right?
Danny wasn't sure how he managed to make one friend, especially not with Vayne, the charismatic socialite that she was. He figured his own awkwardness and significantly quieter nature would have bored her by now, but he was somehow doing something right. He found himself much too afraid to try and make any new friends on his own, he was at the mercy of the other kids who were much more energetic and friendly. Like Lumia.
Was he moping? Maybe. He did just find the dead body of his mother, that was the sort of thing that really ruined your week, a total bummer. He tried wrestling with it on his own, bad idea of course, laying around the tavern first, just listening to the music that was usually playing. When that didn't work, he opted to take a walk down to the beach, a very, very common practice. After all, if Danny wasn't hiding in the tavern building, he was at the beach. Not being in either meant he wasn't around. He'd expected the waves, maybe a shell or two to bring back for the crew's designated shell collector, and perhaps another crab. What he hadn't been expecting was Lumia, especially not as a projectile.
By the time he caught on to her it was too late, and he went down, wincing a little as the sand scratched at his already scraped up skin. He took the canine a little more time to get up than it took her, sitting up and spitting some sand granules off to the side. Oh, he'd totally forgotten, he was going to be a beta soon. Real soon. "You think so?" Danny questioned, eyes widening subtly at the idea. He shook out his fur, sending the rest of the sand lodged in there flying, and flipping one of his ears back to normal, previously inside out against his skull, flattened by the landing.
He was tired, and sad, yeah, but he also didn't want to disappoint or upset Lu, and against the alarms of his anxiety he did want to have company of some more friends. Besides, he needed to really learn how to fight, not just take on threats running on full instinct and no skill. He'd never make a good fighter like that. Speaking of that, he really hoped she didn't think he was weak or something, and this was why she suddenly told him to get up and spar with her. Surely that was just his nerves being mean to him again, right?
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｢ just saw god outside the liquor store ｣
he told me i was lost
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