#x | daniel

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❛  i wouldn’t want to be stuck with some random kid either .  ❜ from danny !

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ɪs ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ɪs ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs, the musician’s eyes roll back into his head hard. It was cold out on the stoop, but the welcome burn of alcohol in his system, and the blistering heat from the throng of bodies inside was ample protection from biting chill. A gentle respite had been required, the night so far ₴Ø ₵Ⱨ₳Ø₮ł₵, but a good sign of a successful afterparty. He had extended the invitation to the younger as an act of kindness. Reparations for previously ᴜɴᴅᴇsɪʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ.

But all Daniel had done was harshen the vibe. He wanted the kid to have fun, but it was so hard to play babysitter when the party was buzzing, and all eyes were on the rockstar. He had neglected most of the people here to spend time with Daniel, but even that seemed not to be enough. Warm reception to a very eager female fan; his tongue basically down her throat had been rudely interrupted by the boy’s whining. And now here they were, sat out on the steps. Scott was willing to listen, though leg bounced with clear annoyance and want to resume where he had left off.

“Oh shut the fuck up with that bitching, man. I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you here.” He pushes gently on the other’s shoulder, grand gesticulation with his free arm to show the smaller man the apparent clarity of the situation that Daniel couldn’t see. “If you don’t wanna be here, just say. I’m not stuck with you, man. I want you here."

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“are you finishing that or…?” (FOOD MITE DANNY .... )

ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʟᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ɴᴏᴡ. It didn't seem at all that he had been listening to a word of Scott's ranting. Hands gesticulated wildly as the musician droned on, yet the other's attention seemed very much on what was before Scott, not what was coming out of his mouth.

On cue of interruption, the mousy haired man paused mid-monologue, squinting in annoyance at him before he lounged back in his seat, letting his hand push through his messy mane. "Go for it."

It wasn't like Scott was hungry anyway; that's not why he had brought Daniel here. But the kid looked as starving as ever. What was it with kids these days? Annoyed frown though soon softened to a found tug at the corner of his lips, pushing the half-eaten burrito over to the other.

"You doin' alright?"

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ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ (x) // daniel // @rabbitsrun​

Eyes glower over the idle plume of smoke that loiters its way up past an icy contortion of features. Like a botched fuse, Scott was always just a few  second from blowing up and spreading the flame to everything around him. An infectious energy, for good or for bad. He takes a long drag, fumes drizzling their way into the face of the teen  in apparent ignorance (or apathy)  of the boy’s medical disposition.

       “You don’t get to tell me what’s fucked up and what’s not          fucked up. You don’t know shit, Danny.”

The insistence of pet name unwanted drips from his throat like acid,  an attempt to scathe that falls flat amongst the raspy cough that follows. It had been a moment Scott had considered, perhaps, a shared feeling of pain, a man-made understanding of the afterbirth of hell. A brotherhood, a companionship of pain that only they could understand; only they shared. Daniel’s reaction had not been exactly ideal.          “I fucking survived. I survived that shit and I’m better for it.          No one was there to help me. I proved to ɆVɆⱤɎØ₦Ɇ          that I’ve got what it takes to ⱠłVɆ.                ------Now what part about that is fucked up? Pray tell.”