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[stealthvirus]

WHO: Daniel Rand, Ghost
WHERE: DANNY'S APARTMENT
WHEN: Thursday night...
WARNINGS: sharks
SUMMARY: Ghost tries to hurpadurr and Danny durpahurrs and DURRRRRPDEEDURRRRRR
FORMAT: QUICKPARA... ?!!

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[iron_fister]

Unfortunately for Ghost, his cleverly thought-out plan stopped short the minute he phased through the wall. For who else would be sitting on the couch watching TV? Who other than Daniel Rand.

Danny stared at him blankly, one arm resting on the back of the sofa. Feet up on the coffee table. Dressed in loose, baggy training clothes. He blinked.

"Uh. Hi."

[stealthvirus]

Oh oops.

Should have noticed the light from the screen in one of the windows, but.

"... Hello."

Really, he expected Danny to have been out and doing something.

[iron_fister]

"What... are you doing here?"

Not moving. Just. Staring. Brow furrowed in confusion. What the hell, Ghost? Just... what. The. Hell.

[stealthvirus]

He should probably just leave without saying a word. Slowly back up into the wall and outside again. Completely silent. Because, well, there's nothing he can say that won't either sound like an obvious lie, nor detract from the fact that he's checking up on a bugged cellphone.

But he doesn't; he's just as still.

"... Had to ask you something. In person."

Let's just ignore the fact that somehow he has Danny's address.