[ we must be made of glass ] - open

[daniel]

Danny jumped at the voice of another, not prepared for conversation with any of the newer faces he had yet to formerly introduce himself to. It had been a busy week, or so that was his excuse so he could continue to not admit to his social anxiety verbally. It wouldn't be hard to pick up on it, however, or so he assumed given how others in the past figured that out real quick. New faces, new people, less who had to know that was a giant nervous dweeb.

"It can k-keep it." Danny responded, frowning at the rolling waves that had swallowed up the things he had thrown into them. There was no coming back from that, but that was sort of the point. Not wanting them back. He shivered, unsure if it was from the cold itself, or the thought of what lied beneath the rough waters. It wasn't pleasant of a thought, that was for sure. Though he finally managed to relax a little, feeling Vayne's fur against his own, tail moving to curl around her side, as if to protect her against the cold he was suddenly very aware of. Loveletter, huh? It had a nice ring to it. "Name's Danny." He debated, then finally offered his name as well, though he didn't carry any last name to offer either.