double rainbow all the way across the sky [Party Post]
[OOC: I'm sorry for the delay! I had an unexpected baseball game to attend for work. Don't ask. This is a PARTY POST. Feel free to make up booths that are there and thread-jack to your heart's content, tag characters multiple times, post characters in a couple times at different moments throughout the fair, feel free to assume that your character
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His parents' deaths are actually what has brought him back to the city.
He saw how easy it is to lose people that he cares about. He realized that no matter how far he ran, he would always care about the people that he's left behind. If he had never left his parents, maybe they would still be alive today.
It's the worry that he'd felt on their behalf that's brought him back, only a month after he left. He never expected to return, but he's here. With all the money that his parents left him, he found an apartment a week ago.
He's been worried about people he cares about, but it hasn't felt right going back to the tower. Which is why, he's sneaking around the fair instead, and he happens to catch sight of a familiar person, working on go-karts.
"Nice work. Y'know I got a coupla things around the house, you could take a look at if you want," he says from behind her like he hasn't left without saying goodbye for over a month.
Yep.
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Her head snaps around, her mouth dropping open for a moment. Then, she's smiling, and if it's brighter than normal, well...
At least she's not tackle-hugging him? The urge is there, but Rogue doesn't figure a month is long enough for him to have become a hug-lover, at least not in public.
"I reckon that'd give me somethin' to do," she says, like he hasn't been gone for a month. "I wouldn't mind takin' a look."
She stands up, dusting off hands that really don't need dusting, and cocks her head to the side. "I missed you," she says, and she figures he can just deal with it. "Where's the house at, darlin'?" She figures if it's here in Chicago, that will tell her a lot.
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He smiles at the look on her face.
"Well, good," he says. "I'd hate to use broken appliances for the rest of my life."
He can just deal with it, but he won't say anything back to that. Even if he missed her too. Sure, it's only been a month, but he'd been sure that he'd be gone for good.
It took him a week to find anyone, because he's still been wrestling with the idea of just leaving again.
"It's an apartment," Danny says instead and then smirks. "I don't really got any broken appliances. Just thought that'd be a good opener."
The smirk falls away. It's been a long while since he's been this way with anyone or wanted to be that way. Seriousness sinks in despite himself.
"How've you been?"
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Then, she's rolling her eyes. "Great opener, sugar," she says with a laugh, and she notices that he hasn't said where. It makes her smile dim just a smidge, but she's still just as happy to see him.
When the smirk falls away, she reaches up and scritches at her cheek with a gloved fingertip. "I've been all right," she says with a shrug. "Same old, same old. You know me."
She leans against a wooden post, careful not to put all of her weight against it. These stands are good enough to hold up all right, but they don't really need any strain put on them.
"What about you?" She's not really expecting anything huge and deep in response, but she's hoping she gets a hint as to how he really is. She might have worried a bit.
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"I try," he says with a barely-there smirk. "I'll come up with a better one next time."
Danny hasn't said where yet, but he has said next time like he believes there'll be a next time, like he's not planning on leaving any time soon at least.
"Yeah, I guess," he says, unable to admit even knowing anyone apparently. "Nothin' too... crazy?"
What, is that a hint of concern? It may be, and he may not be trying to hide it for once. He watches her lean against that pole, and he glances up at the sky for half a second at the question. And then he's settling his gaze back on her.
"Good," he answers. It's enough of a lie that he has to bite back that hiss of pain that comes out. "Alright. I went back... home, and now I'm back."
Danny can't quite manage to keep it from his voice... that it's more complicated than he's making it. The fact that he can't keep it from his voice is telling.
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It turns her smirk right on into a happy smile, but she doesn't remark on it.
At the question, she thinks for a moment. "Not too crazy, no. There's been normal stuff goin' on around town, of course, but... So far as I know, things have been pretty quiet." She winces. "Doggone it. I'd hoped I'd go a whole day without needin' to." Reaching over, she knocks three times on the flat, wooden table top, then shakes her head. "I see any ladders, I'm walkin' around."
Rogue listens carefully, more so than she might in a normal conversation. He was gone for a month, and she wondered and worried. "I'm glad you're back," she says after a few moments pass. Whatever there is in his voice, she can't decipher.
She just knows there's something there.
And, she figures if he wants to tell her, he will. She's hoping he knows she'd listen if he needed an ear. "I'm gonna take a break from screwin' on lil' wheels and chasin' rugrats with seat belts. You and me are gonna go get somethin' to eat."
...There's really no way that could be classified as a question, but she sort of meant it as one.
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"Yeah, if anything happens, I'm blaming you... and maybe thanking you." He'd like to kick some monster ass if anything shows up. It would be a nice change of pace from traveling. He's been back for a week, and he hasn't really seen anything, which is strange.
The city might just be too quiet.
It's due for... something.
She's glad that she doesn't question it. Danny has never been good at verbalizing, and he rarely sees the point in it, but it's enough to be accepted back without any questions that he can only answer with a sarcastic response or with nothing at all.
One day, the narration hopes that he'll be able to actually talk with substance and truth, and part of that process is knowing that a friend like Rogue is there, just in case.
Danny looks at her for a long while at that question that's not at all a question, and then he shrugs and nods.
"Alright." And he just might be smiling a little too.
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She's been thinking along the same lines, of the quiet being a bit too quiet. She's running out of wooden surfaces, though, so.
She looks back, blinking a couple of times, until he shrugs and nods.
Then, she's grinning like a grinny thing and pushing herself away from the post.
There is fair food here, Danny, and Rogue plans on making sure the two of you eat it all (well...not all of it.). She's also going to tell you about that badass thing she did the other day.
It was, apparently, chock full of the bad and the ass. Um...
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The quiet being too quiet in Chicago always means that something's about to happen. Maybe he arrived back in the city directly in time to prevent some serious disaster.
It would be nice to win some sometime.
He is going to listen happily to that badass thing and enjoy the food too. He may even be almost smiling at the end of all that telling.
"So..." he says as he tosses a plate in the trashcan and wipes his hands against his jeans. "I don't know if you ever found anybody to help you like I was... helping. Sorry for bailing, but I'll be around for awhile. If you need any more help."
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"Lets hope they're not expectin' wine and fish, yeah?"
Rogue's glad to have someone to talk to who actually gets it...who gets the why and the how, though the why is admittedly what counts the most.
She follows suit, tossing her trash away, then picking it up and placing it in the trash can when she misses the first time. She's getting ready to defend her awful trash-tossing skills when he speaks, and she looks over.
She wants to tell him that he doesn't need to be sorry, that it's cool. She figures he'll understand when she finally speaks. "I need some more help, still yet."
The truth is, she hasn't been able to sit down that way with anyone, as it takes a degree of trust. So, she's mostly been doing quick handshakes here and there, and fighting without gloves. Quick stuff. This is better, and she appreciates it. "Thanks, darlin'."
Oh, Danny. You have no idea how close it just came to a hug-moment there.
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They're not troublemakers at all. "Yeah, you only do that trick for me."
That did not come out exactly like he'd meant it to. Oops.
He nods when she says that she needs more help. He kinda figured. For some reason, she seems to trust him and it's not always easy finding people that you can trust who are willing to hurt you too.
Danny looks at her, shrugs, and then smirks. "Lets get back to those go-karts before we find they've all come alive and run out of the ring, causing havoc wherever they go."
Hey, it's the Rift. Anything is possible. And he read Christine.
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It lasts until he speaks, then she manages to reply, but it's barely understandable. Somehow, "Well, of course. You're special, sugar." turns into something that sounds like a wealthy curse finding a shell for sure.
Alas.
He doesn't make a big thing out of it, which she appreciates, and is unsurprised about. Danny's good with stuff like this, she's noticed.
At the remark about the go-karts, she scrunches up her face a bit. "Yeah, there's a chance that could happen, huh?"
She hasn't read Christine, but she saw the movie. It was playing with Carrie. A double-feature. All the way.
Off to the go-karts, they go.
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