DJ feat. Big D - Hella Busy
daniel--molinaâ:
âOkay fam, itâs fine, you donât gotta come but â lol, hold upâŠâ Danny stopped for a hot second. He was always talking about some crazy shit, sure, and even if Theta wanted to try to stop him⊠Danny was sure by now there would be no point in actually trying.
Danny was a bulldozer when it came to his willâusually towards something not very ambitious, though even he knew there was more reward the greater the risk. âDid you say you wanted to come with? Like, forreal forreal? Like, youâre not kidding, right?â
Of course, they werenât in California anymore, though DJ had to spell it out for him. The danger and all that. All the shit that Danny hadnât really given a damn about, because by some grace of wizard god he didnât think it applied to him except for the fact that it kept him from leaving. âYoâokayââ
This time, Danny actually shut up enough to use in limited ASL to say the rest. It took a moment, but Danny managed to string the words together. But they donât know weâre No-Maj born, Deej.
And he chose to deal with that by taking a long sip of his beer.
a quick thought to snap a picture of his brotherâs reaction came to mind for theta. any more thoughts of it was diminished a second later with a sharp shake of his head. it was a funny idea -- a new contact photo for his brother, but lately his mind was more focused on surviving. he hated that that was whatâs causing the hesitations for the most part.
he read his brotherâs signs, smiling a little at his brotherâs handwork. could use some practice, but it was fortunately clear enough for him. he took a glance around the bar, already growing tired of being there. he offered a smile to everyone whom heâs made eye contact with while thanking god (or was it merlin?) that the uk had their own type of -sl. they donât know youâre a no-maj born.
his hands came down for a second, sighing to himself. only a handful of people really knew of his blood status, but he was basically a no-maj with his music and choice of lifestyle. no persons of any blood status would be working as a dj in the muggle world. that just wasnât a thing. his hands came back up to continue. our habits can bite us in our asses. weâre already not from --
he stopped at the tap on his shoulder, turning to face his co-worker with a grin. âyooo thanks.â he fist bumped him and turned back to his brother, pulling the apron off from his neck. letâs talk on our way to the water -- and yeah i was foreal foreal ... got a spell i wanted to try out. finish up. he tapped his brotherâs glass. need swimwear?
















