#lukevncaged

“But we won,” Danny muttered as he looked down at his shirt. His brow furrowed. That was a lot of blood and he wasn’t entirely certain where it was coming from. Come to think of it, he did feel a bit cold. He blinked, and cocked his head to the side. 

Danny lay curled on the sofa. He had yet to turn the television on, instead just listening to the popcorn as it popped and wondering why Luke insisted on cooking it on the stovetop rather than the microwave. Then again, Luke actually knew how to cook properly. He’d have to ask for lessons. Luke probably was a decent teacher. He pondered idly, the conversation they’d had turning over in his mind. He grumbled, and reached up to loosen his tie. His suit was a mess, rumpled an wrinkled. He didn’t much care.

“It is weird though, right?” He asked as he pushed himself up to make room on the sofa for Luke. “Some of those artifacts and everything. They might have a bit of a point, though I think Graham Hancock is more to the point. And Micheal Pollan. It’s more the shamanic experience and possible global civilizations than aliens, right?” 

He looked to Luke for approval, gaze earnest and somewhat ridiculous given the suit he was wearing, the fact the first thing he’ done upon entering Luke’s home was remove his shoes and socks. He shifted, legs still curled on the cushions. 

“Okay, look, you kind of understood. It is white. It is hot. I don’t think it would in any way resemble a coal if I channeled my chi through it. I mean, I don’t think it would get that hot? I’ve never actively tried it, though. My hands don’t hurt that much when I channel it through them, do they? I know you’ve taken at least one punch. Did it burn you?”

Danny looked at him curiously, and took a short drink.

“If it did get that hot I’m pretty sure Jessica could take it,” he mused. 

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