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milliways_bar2006-12-14 01:40 pm
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Danny had a cast on his wrist. His parents and Jazz had been immensely relieved to find out he was okay when he got home, and coming up with an explanation as to why he looked like he'd taken a tumble down a cliff was easy with how trashed the town was. ("I was downtown--got hit with some of the rubble, but I'm okay.") They got him to the hospital, got his wrist in a cast, and took him home, tucking him in and babying him for a bit, before leaving him with Jazz and heading out to clean up the city--sending the remaining ghosts back into the ghost zone.
From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.
Good.
Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.
Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.
He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.
As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.
He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.
"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"
But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.
Embarassment was his life.
From their calls back home he and Jazz found out all the portals were clearing up.
Good.
Peace and quiet was a rare commodity indeed.
Before he could relax, however, he desperately needed a shower. He had to take a bath instead because of the cast, with his right arm in a plastic bag and rubber bands on it, to keep it dry. That was annoying.
He would've gotten into his pjs and gone to take another nap, but the bar had other plans.
As such, a lightly bruised teenage boy with wet hair, and wearing naught but a towel and a plastic-bagged, rubber-banded cast walked into the bar, still brushing his teeth distractedly with his good hand.
He blinked his eyes open. When he realized he wasn't in his hallway, he stopped brushing and went scarlet, turning to the door as it snapped shut behind him.
"I sfpill gav to sfpit!" he said to the door around a mouth full of toothpaste mange, his toothbrush still being juggled in his hand as he made sure the towel was secure so no one could see his rear. He tried to open the door and when it wouldn't, he kicked it, then started hopping because he'd hurt his toe. "No fwair!"
But of course this sort of thing would happen to him, considering his pants went clear and fell down at the most inoppurtune times on a regular basis.
Embarassment was his life.
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She misses home, yes, btu she's learned so much, seen so much - and Aang is worth it.
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Once everything changed, you couldn't go back.
Sometimes Danny felt like a freak, but...sometimes he never wanted to go back.
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"Always."