#danny 001

[dfcresswell]

Where: Auror Offices, MoM Who: Dirk & @drfawley​

Dirk understood that most of the Ministry had little time for the demands of goblins but it was still a disappointment to take a petition around the offices and find himself dismissed at practically every turn. Some people signed without even looking at it, no doubt to get him to leave quickly, while others waved him on with a look of impatience. Dirk wanted to remind them of the importance of keeping goblins on their side but he had been an oddity at school for enjoying History of Magic. He worried a little about going into the Auror office, where they seemed so hectically busy but his boss had stressed going to everybody, so he steeled himself and went in anyway. “Excuse me,” he said, strolling up to the first desk where somebody looked like they might be at a point in their work they could talk for a moment. “Dirk Cresswell from the Goblin Liaison Office. We’re trying to get an idea of how many Ministry workers would support the goblins in⁠—” he trailed off as he saw the nameplate on the Auror’s desk. “Fawley… Any relation to the Fawley on the Mexican National Quidditch team?”

[thelucaricci]

Closed: @danny-mancini Location: Green Street Coffee Co. - Midtown Village

Luca had just gone done with talking to a potential new distributor when he rounded the corner in south philly with a bagel and coffee hand, before colliding into someone. “Watch it man,” he sighed, looking down at his cashmere coat, relieved that there were no stains. Looking up at the other he realized that it was none other than his sister’s ridiculous dancing partner in the most unstable relationship known to man. “Ah of course I’d run into you Danny boy. What have you done to my sister this time around?” CJ had casually dropped the tidbit that the two have parted against for now. They were as fragile as imported china. The moment you thought it would hold together, they crashed and burned like clockwork. It was a bit later in their normal cycle and so for once he held his breath, but wasn’t shocked to hear they had separated again. “Better yet, what did she do to you?”

[ferdinhadasrespostas]

Tee não era um fã de tédio e arrependimento, e ironicamente, eram as duas coisas que ele estava sentido agora. Tédio porque aquele castelo em Illea estava começando a ficar parecido com sua casa; já tinha explorado bastante e não estava mais achando nenhuma graça ou novidade. E arrependimento porque ele notava o quanto Danny estava afastado de si e o evitando desde o dia daquele baile idiota. Quer dizer, não é como se fossem super próximos antes, mas por ouro lado, o rapaz não era de fugir de Tee como o diabo correndo da cruz. Então, o arrependimento se dava, principalmente, por sentir que tinha passado dos limites com ele, por mais que não se lembrasse cem por cento daquela noite. Era exatamente esse o problema: Não tinha a mínima noção do que podia ter dito ou feito para deixar Doyoung irritado ou desconfortável daquela forma. Tinha certeza que nada rolou entre eles, estavam devidamente vestidos no dia seguinte - Bom, Dodo estava -, então o príncipe quem deve ter exagerado de alguma forma. O pior de tudo isso? Thitipoom não era NADA bom em pedir desculpas, ainda mais quando nem sabia o que tinha feito de tão errado. 

Após se vestir, ainda com os cabelos descoloridos molhados ao ponto de pingar, Tee deixou seu quarto exatamente para procurar por Danny e resolver esse assunto que tanto o deixava nervoso e sem conseguir relaxar direito. Depois de perguntar pra lá e pra cá, descobriu onde Dodo estava alocado e não teve a mínima vergonha de ir bater na porta dele, torcendo com todas as forças que ele estivesse lá, considerando o horário. “Dodo?” Chamou, estranhamente hesitante e nervoso, coisas que não eram nada comuns ao tailandês e isso só o deixava ainda mais frustrado. Odiava como Danny parecia mexer tanto com ele. “É o Tee.” Anunciou, como se fosse necessário. Imaginava que ele era o único que chamava o rapaz de Dodo, e seu tom de voz agudo e manhoso lhe eram muito característicos também. “Podemos conversar um pouquinho?”

@mumooniestar​

[d--plots]

@siimplicte

Danny was in the zone tonight. Clearheaded. Totally ready to get this person from wherever they got stabbed to the hospital. That was, until they got to the scene. Then, suddenly, everything fell apart. First, they were grabbing a few supplies and hopping off the rig to approach the guy, and then suddenly they were doubled over, near-nauseous in pain. “Really, man?” Johnny asked, voice teasing. “There’s not even that much blood.”

Danny tried to sit up to tell Johnny to screw off, or focus on saving the victim, whichever, but when they tried to open their mouth, they felt another wave of pain, burning a hole through where their apendectomy scar was, and fell to their knees. It was excruciating. One hand holding their side, they dropped the other to the ground, supporting their weight as they looked at the victim. He seemed familiar somehow. And the spot he was clutching--well, that was too weird to be coincidence, right?

The next few minutes were a blur. Nic handled things, in that Nic-ish way, with him and Johnny scooping the guy up onto a stretcher and into the back of the rig. Danny stumbled to the driver’s seat, and nearly made it in before another wave hit. “For Chrissake,” Johnny grumbled, pushing him harder-than-necessary aside. “I’ll drive. You sit in the back with Nic and don’t ruin anything.”

Truth be told, even if Danny had had something to say about that, they wouldn’t have been able to say it in their current state, so instead, they climbed up into the back of the rig, leaving space for Nic to do his best to patch the guy up. As they made their way to the hospital, they managed to get control of themself enough to assess the damage. It was bad, but not life-threatening from what they could tell. And the guy seemed to be doing his best. But Johnny always spoke to the passengers. Said it made them feel better and also kept them from passing out. So that’s what Danny did, since everyone knew Nic wasn’t gonna. “Uh, hi. I’m--” he wheezed as something in that spot shifted, sending another bolt through his abdomen. “Danny. What’s your--you hit two doubles yesterday?” he said, suddenly sitting up. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt because it did. Tremendously. But knowing why that face look familiar was almost worth it. Almost. 

[masonvalentino-blog]

@fentauma

To Mason’s surprise there’s a comic book store in the Hive. Whether or not its an original comic store that sells things specific to this world, or if it’s some ungodly amalgamation of all the comics from everyones worlds has yet to be discovered.

Because the line is super fucking long.

It’s fine. Really. Mason has waited in longer lines for less important things, but without his phone to keep him busy the ten minutes he’s been here has felt like twenty life times.

“Hello? God? It’s me, Mason,” he mutters under his breath. “Can you do me a solid here?”