God, it would be funny? If he went on to treat Danny like his hideous lil purse dog. His precious, dimwitted lil guy. Baby.
Cause Danny DOES have that effect on people? Weirdly enough? In his eyes it's basically like making friends with Sam all over again, but the ADVANCED version. And to everyone else it's just?? N... no?? Buddy, my guy, no... it's NOT.
But the himbo gene has already kicked in.
That weird AF, bizarrely lucky, oddly charming, Fenton... EVERYTHING, has already kicked it. And frankly? It can only be Divine. Honestly, fuck you, big guy. I see what you're doing. Am I still keeping him? Yes. Yes I am. But STILL... fuck you.
Because frankly? The Fentons HAVE to be A Project(tm) to have survived as long as they have. To have developed that SPECIFIC brand of "I am bizarrely Precious Little Guy shaped to Terrifying God Monsters" coupled with "sure I'll throw myself off this cliff! *does so* why?"
Because? Can't cause problems if you have a High Maintenance Lil Guy, CAN you, Morningstar?
Lucifer: *read at 12:34* Bet.
But?? He's still? So... perfectly Lil Guy shaped. All defiance and snark, cleverness and wonder, a sense of freedom, goodness, DRENCHED in death, literally a KING so HELLO power over power, and? Look at all those souls! Including Concepts! What a nice place to go~
Through the cracks and out of Dear ol Dads house. Too the great and endless Nothing. Afterlife of no one. Of which, they all became. It's like "a trip to the boonies."
Just? This impossibly put together, charming, dangerous Being.... and his feral trash goblin (wearing a jarringly beautiful crown) on a child leash. He's acting like this is perfectly normal. Are... are you supposed to ignore? The possibly rabid teen, who's giggling madly over archaic scrolls of what looks like galaxies, and covered in motor oil and day glow bits of green goo? This is a fine dining establishment.
He's sitting on the floor.
You watch him absent mindedly reach up and smack blindly around the table until he finds the edge of the bread basket, never looking away from the every shifting notes (that give you a piercing migraine just to LOOK at, much less try and read), before grabbing it and yanking the entire thing off the table. Shoving an entire break stick into his mouth. You look back at the man across from you.
He looks amused, as he lounges back, in his bespoke suit and expensive cologne, like a dragon watching a mouse sweat. Somehow the usual dance of veiled threats and word play, mind games and philosophical turns of phrase... is so much... harder? To manage?
Unwillingly you eyes keep dragging back to the... what, 14? 15? Year old boy in child harness. It's... it's space themed. Gives him a little "jet pack".
He steal your soup. Bowl and all.
Just... just drinks from the shallow bowl one handedly like it's his morning coffee.
What the FUCK is happening?
(Danny is getting to binge read Star Notes~☆! That's what's happening! Eeeee! Look at all this Forbidden Knooooowledge(tm)! Space Obsession go Brrrrrrr! Eeeehehehehehehe~☆)