#* sanem

“I’m just,” He shrugged, somehow moving his form a little closer to the wide open expanse of the doorway that led out into the courtyard, “Nobody can really argue against having lasers that shoot out of your eyeballs, can they? Who’s going to argue with that? Not me.. Not you, I don’t care what you say, you wouldn’t.” It was matter of fact - rhetorical, because in Danny’s mind, that was the end all be all. Lasers for eyes? “Original vampires? Sayonara! Shitty exe’s...” And finally, he came to his intended point, “Not a chance.”