HEAD EMPTY ☆ recorder

[daniel]

Danny had missed the event of Trevor's death, the weight of somehow still having a recorder that held the last remaining echo of the late man's voice would have gone over his head. Not that he didn't understand the heavy burden of loss, he was still slowly recovering from the shock of his own loss, even if from an outside perspective it didn't look like much had changed or like it affected him that heavily. It did, just...Danny wasn't too great as expressing his internalized emotions if they weren't fear. He wasn't sure how great he was at offering comfort either, he'd never had to step in and be the one offering support minus the few minutes he gave to Vayne when they first met along the beach, which ended in him promising to fight everyone and anything including Roxanne, which was a terrible idea. Much like Vayne, Danny held admiration for the Dealer and former thief, shedding a little more reservation the more he crossed paths with the bobcat and replacing the lost nervousness with a desire to earn his respect. He wasn't sure why that was the first instinct, perhaps he just liked the way Michael carried himself, an extroverted manner that he himself lacked.

Against his better judgement, Danny had broken out of the temple after insisting to himself that he'd been sitting in there for too long and was getting fidgety because out of it, although much too wary to wander out to the farther ends of the beach that he usually paced around. And by wary he of course meant he absolutely refused. He blocked out the brief looks from those he passed to the best of his ability, feeling his anxious nature coming around to bite him in the ass and force him to regret his decision and reconsider his public stroll, fur prickling along his spine by the time he got around to Michael's front porch. Holding something in his paws and talking about destroying...whatever it was, Danny couldn't see it just yet, not until he actually looked at it directly. "Destroy what?" The Privateer asked innocently, unaware that the recorder within Michael's paws was the source of his current misery. Ah, maybe he had said it quietly on purpose. Danny winced, suddenly realizing that maybe he was intruding on something and should just get the hell out of there. "S-sorry, it's probably, like...like, personal, huh?"

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