420 Blaze It

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i still have my first bear from when i was born. he’s a mess

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Sad life.

dan is a doctor and arin’s the patient that comes in with continuously worse injuries :))))))) tw for mentions of injuries and such

“Your star patient is awake,” Holly mutters while she passes by Dan. It’s so quiet and so low that he can just barely make out the words, but when he does, he runs to the room. The smell of disinfectant and congealed blood makes him dizzy for a moment.

“Hey there, Dan.” A cheerful voice says, snapping him back to reality. Dan is panting, and he’s absolutely seething with rage.

“How,” he takes a deep breath and glares at Arin, “in the absolute HELL do you get shot in the leg?” Even though he snarls the question, Arin still looks unbothered. If anything, he looks happy that Dan is there now.

“I think the more appropriate question is, what do you have to do to get shot in the leg? Being shot isn’t all that difficult, actually,” he asks, still smiling. Dan is seeing red, and he’s absolutely furious.

He knew Arin in the worst way possible. The first time they met, Arin had a fractured arm and a dazzling smile. Dan was his doctor, and more and more often he went to visit his patient. But then, of course, Arin was discharged. Dan didn’t really give it much thought, and life went on as it should.

But then Arin came back, this time with a sprained ankle and a twisted shoulder. How he did it was a mystery, but Arin seemed happy to see him again. Dan, even though he was concerned about Arin, was happy to be in his company. They talked during the time that Arin was at the hospital, and they were something along the lines of friends. Something just naturally clicked with both of their cheerful personalities.

But as time went one, Arin kept on coming in to the hospital, with worse and worse injuries. Two months ago, he came in with three knife wounds, and nearly flatlined on the table. It was one of the few times where Dan’s hands were shaking as he performed a surgery. He needed forty stitches, and the entire thing took about five hours to complete.

There was a stiff period where Dan was really starting to question what type of person Arin was. Of course, he still liked him as a person. He was funny, charming, and willing to listen to Dan whenever he visited. But what type of person gets stabbed three times? And why did he always brush off the injuries like they were just some minor nuisance?

But this? This was the breaking point for him.

dan is a doctor and arin’s the patient that comes in with continuously worse injuries :))))))) tw for mentions of injuries and such

“Your star patient is awake,” Holly mutters while she passes by Dan. It’s so quiet and so low that he can just barely make out the words, but when he does, he runs to the room. The smell of disinfectant and congealed blood makes him dizzy for a moment.

“Hey there, Dan.” A cheerful voice says, snapping him back to reality. Dan is panting, and he’s absolutely seething with rage.

“How,” he takes a deep breath and glares at Arin, “in the absolute HELL do you get shot in the leg?” Even though he snarls the question, Arin still looks unbothered. If anything, he looks happy that Dan is there now.

“I think the more appropriate question is, what do you have to do to get shot in the leg? Being shot isn’t all that difficult, actually,” he asks, still smiling. Dan is seeing red, and he’s absolutely furious.

He knew Arin in the worst way possible. The first time they met, Arin had a fractured arm and a dazzling smile. Dan was his doctor, and more and more often he went to visit his patient. But then, of course, Arin was discharged. Dan didn’t really give it much thought, and life went on as it should.

But then Arin came back, this time with a sprained ankle and a twisted shoulder. How he did it was a mystery, but Arin seemed happy to see him again. Dan, even though he was concerned about Arin, was happy to be in his company. They talked during the time that Arin was at the hospital, and they were something along the lines of friends. Something just naturally clicked with both of their cheerful personalities.

But as time went one, Arin kept on coming in to the hospital, with worse and worse injuries. Two months ago, he came in with three knife wounds, and nearly flatlined on the table. It was one of the few times where Dan’s hands were shaking as he performed a surgery. He needed forty stitches, and the entire thing took about five hours to complete.

There was a stiff period where Dan was really starting to question what type of person Arin was. Of course, he still liked him as a person. He was funny, charming, and willing to listen to Dan whenever he visited. But what type of person gets stabbed three times? And why did he always brush off the injuries like they were just some minor nuisance?

But this? This was the breaking point for him.

wow this was an amazing thing to write, actually. it was super fun!!!

Dan was beautiful, Arin thought to himself. Dan was an amazing specimen of technological advancement. But not even as a concept or an invention, Dan was physically beautiful as well. He had curly, wild hair that severely contracted his cold, steely personality. Or his lack of a personality, some would say. He was the exact same height as Arin, so if he walked up to Dan and examined him, he would usually find himself staring into the android’s eyes. He would never flinch away, never feel awkward with the lack of personal space that Arin gave it. If he leaned just a bit closer, he could easily kiss him. But he never did. If Arin didn’t know that Dan was an android, unable to love or do anything that it wasn’t ordered or programmed to do, he might be in love with him.

But he knew that Dan couldn’t feel. He knew that Dan wasn’t human. And he wasn’t in love with him.

At least, that’s what he told himself.  

“Dan, what do you think about this song?” Arin played his newest song, the one he had been working on for the past few weeks. It was still a little rough around the edges and still only halfway done, but he was immensely proud of it. Dan’s face showed no emotion, no hint of approval or disapproval.

“It is a reflection of some of your older works. The beat is similar to a number of beats you used in your last album. It will be a popular song. But there is no guarantee.” Dan’s voice was flat, and it almost stung. But it was good news. Dan was just drawing more… concrete facts rather than the abstract and feeling nature that Arin so preferred. But it was still positive information, and Arin turned back to his table.

“Well… that’s good news.” Arin said with a sigh. Dan nodded, his eyes staring straight ahead.

“It is.”

“I mean, you all kind of have trouble with games,” the kid’s voice rang out. The rest of the audience laughs, and Arin’s laugh was prominent among the crowd. The mood was light and joking.

“But especially Arin,” the kid continues, shifting. “Like, c’mon, man. What’s your problem? Can’t you go through a tutorial, at least?”

There’s still laughter, but it’s noticeably quieter. Arin is still smiling, though. He opens his mouth to respond, but the kid keeps going.

“Not just that, you don’t listen to us, either! Like, I really love your channel, but it’s kinda hard to watch! Do you even care about the fans’ opinions?”

There’s no laughter now, and Arin’s smile is gone. Danny shifts, barely noticeable. His hand rests on Arin’s shoulder. Suzy interjects.

“Hey, c’mon, that’s not–”

“And then you pretend like you know everything!” the kid went on, ignoring Suzy. “You pretend you’re a genius, but you actually don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! I mean, you didn’t even finish high school–”

“That’s enough.” Danny’s voice is low in the mic, but the kid stops. The entire crowd flinches at Danny’s tone. None of them had ever heard him speak like this before. “Shut up. You’ve made your point. Sit down.”

The kid frowned, ignoring the stares of the rest of the audience. Arin’s eyes flick to Danny briefly, a crease between his eyes. The kid tries again.

“But Dan, he’s–”

“I said sit down!” Danny cries, sitting bolt upright. His hand on Arin’s shoulder tightens, and Brian looks at Danny. His face is impassive, but alert.

“Don’t ever say shit like that about Arin. He’s only done good shit from day one. Good shit for me, for his friends, and for people like you.”

Arin looks at Danny, and the crowd doesn’t hear him whisper, “Dan, it’s okay–”

“It’s not okay,” Danny fumes, looking from Arin to the kid again. “I won’t sit here and listen to people say these things about you. You’re funny, and kind, and smart, and, and–”

The kid slowly sits, and the rest of the crowd seems frozen, not knowing how to react. None of them have seen Danny angry before.

Oddly enough, it’s Ross that interjects calmly. “We’re closing the panel now. Thank you all for coming; have a great rest of the day.”

No one makes a sound as the Gru//mps file offstage, all still too stunned to move.

The second they’re in private, Danny whips around and throws his arms around Arin. His anger is gone; he’s just upset.

Arin pats him gently, hugging him back. “Thanks, Dan. You okay?”

“Yeah. I just…”