‘ what is it that people do in situations like these? apologise? pff. ’ he blows the air out like it’s smoke. like he’s got a ciggie in one hand and the keys to his porsche in the other, real old school cool, like. leather jacket donned and all. though maybe it wouldn’t be a porsche, maybe it’d be the keys to a more effortless car if he knew any other brands --- either way, the image is built in his head. when put in contrast to how danny really stands right now is abominable. he’s there actually sweating in front of a deeply, deeply smashed up door, torn from its limbs and lying flat on the ground after danny going all ramshackle glory over the thing. he doesn’t quite know what took over him. he was only kidding when he ran at it to get it open. ‘ i’m-i’m a bit nervous actually. ’
* @propheics
