[ talking trash under my window ] - open; earring

[daniel]

"No, sir! Just said I, um...bled a little more than they're used to." He would assume that usually these didn't bleed much, if at all. He must've looked ridiculous, stumbling around with this gauze for a practice that had been in place longer than he'd been alive. He offered a small smile to Michael as the thief approached, finding that it was becoming a lot easier to talk to him without feeling as shy. It was like a weight off his shoulders, really. He gave his answer some thought, checking the gauze intermittently to see if the bleeding had stopped, before deciding just to spit it out before he overthought it and said nothing. "I think...I wanna join the Grim Rays." Interesting final answer, given his disposition, but he had his reasons, always had his reasons. He didn't think Michael would, but a part of him prayed that the other didn't question his decision too soon, or laugh it off based on any of the reasons he could imagine. Danny couldn't help but imagine that someone, eventually, would bring up the fact that he didn't seem like he'd belong.

Interrupting his negative spiraling of thoughts was the chipper voice of Vayne, the inspiration for him to shove the gold through his ear to begin with. "Y-Yeah! Beta Danny." Jeez, he probably did not carry himself as smoothly as she had, huh? Ear all covered in dried blood and whatnot, almost cried from the pain, even...almost. He refused. His tail thumped against the ground behind him, displaying his own excitement over the idea of finally reaching Beta status, compensating for the fact the rest of him did not seem as excited as he felt.

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