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genuinely surprised that almost no one has done dp x ahit. subcon would work PERFECTLT as a lair in the ghost zone. you KNOW danny would take snatcher's contracts personally and swear to annoy him to death 2 electric boogaloo. they'd become mortal enemies purely because they annoy the shit out of each other. both media even has time travel
also snatcher looks good in the dp style
Ask game I took from the little birdie bc I'm bored and busy
Mf has lil doggo now YAHEEEEEE
They sitting and standin sassy YEHE
HE'S SITTING DOWN
LOOK AT HIM!!!
"Yeah! Flowers can be your friends! All you need to do is imagine!" She said, smiling wide. Taking his hand, Kate led him toward the door.
He stares at her blankly.
Mmmmmagine?
"Yeah... Live. It means you stay at someplace where you can go when you aren't outside! Have you ever even been outside? I can take you! How cool would that be? It's beatiful! Flowers growing everywhere, green grass, blue sky, yellow sun. Want to see?" She asked, holding out her hand to lead him outside.
The Errand Boy hesitates, furrowing his brow in confusion. Out... side? He asks. He looks between Kate's hand and the flowers he's holding before carefully tweezing the stalk of one between his thumb and forefinger and dropping it into Kate's hand. Li-ttle frien?
"Donuts! They're fried in oil and frosted. Then you eat them!" She exclaimed, raising her arms for effect. "My mom works at a donut place. I help her by delivering them! Also, my name is Kate. What's yours?"
With slow, deliberate, slightly clumsy gentleness, the toon closes the box of pastries. Only part of what Kate had said seems to register in their head and they blankly lock eyes with her, pointing to themself with a finger and tilting their head again. Erran' Boy he croaks, cuddling the box to his chest like a toy.
