welcome to dannyland, @trainstopped!
it’s a quiet morning in dannyland -- and quiet mornings were not something that cliff and jane often got the opportunity to enjoy. they sit outside of one of his delightful little cafes, with tea and menus. cliff, naturally unheeding of both, has his legs crossed; he’s looking out in the swarm of danny-made people walking to and fro, grinning and running about the amusement park. idly, he glances at the woman across from him, and a thought strikes him.
“ hey. “ he breaks the silence after a moment, and then, finger tapping the table almost in embarrassment, says with a slight air of awkwardness: “ --- never got to tell you, what with all the craziness lately. but i like the purple hair. suits you. “