[ talking trash under my window ] - open; earring

[daniel]

"I hope so-" He confessed, trying not to continue thinking on his own insecurities before Vayne got much, much closer and had his much taller form in a hug. He blinked once, twice, just about short-circuiting at the physical touch. He was still getting used to it, for one, but it suddenly occurred to him with a mental jolt that the other Beta was not only small enough for him to throw ( not that he would! ), but she was really, really, really fluffy. Obviously, looking at her could help gather that opinion, but that, and even just leaning against her shoulder those few times, didn't compare to a full on hug. Hopefully no one with such an ability could see into his skull, they'd probably only find the annoying echo of dial-up noise.

Much like Michael, who was stuck in the same boat it seemed, Danny was at least thankful for his dark fur hiding any blushing that could have made his life so much worse in that moment. There was only two options, be more awkward or be a little less awkward. He moved to gently press the side of his face against her shoulder, to at least return the hug without like, suffocating her in his chest. Not to be caught and called out by any of the adults present, however, one of his hears perked up and he teased quietly, with a small mischievous grin, "You're short."

What he [i]also wouldn't do was admit to the sudden influx of nerves when not only Diya, but Roxanne were mentioned in the division. Of course. Not that he had a problem with Diya, he thought her presence was comforting, a kind woman despite often carrying the ursine body that looked as if it could shatter bone. Roxanne, however, intimidated him, the last and only crewmate to do so. Even though eventually she would be close to a third of his size, if he was being generous. Rest assured, it had very little to do with her status as Captain. You know who wasn't so small though? Kalayavan. "I'm sure..." Danny responded meekly, before smacking his tail into the sand below to try and regain his composure and backbone. Surely Roxanne would not take too kindly to the idea of a coward taking any semblance of interest in her daughter.

The arrival of Harland and Kian offered another distraction, and a blessed one at that. He had wondered once or twice if Harland's reactions around the dealer had meant what he initially presumed, once more connecting the similarities between his thought process and Michael's own unknowingly, and the bombay making use of the bobcat's shoulder to lean upon didn't do much for his theory. Of course, he vocalized none of these thoughts, and only twitched an ear in greeting, both mischievous and brief nervous expressions melting back into the common, more softer smile, glad to see the other out and about with no foreheads against trees. "Hi, Harland." He needed no response, only to at least acknowledge the arrival, fully aware and used to the lack of words and long conversation that one could find elsewhere.

Kian, however, was new and he had no thoughts of note just yet on the fae. "There'll be more, I feel." It really was much easier talking to strangers when you were comfortable, and didn't want to look like an idiot in front of people you valued highly. Hearing that he was brave, or seemed to be, was new. Not unwelcome, but certainly new. He had never considered himself brave in his life, and doubted anyone else thought so either. "I will...try to seem so." Danny dug a new mental note deep into his own consciousness, seem brave. Be brave.

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