Tut Tut Looks Like Rain - http://acamoth.net/mp3/Bee_Has_the_Photos.mp3

[benbernanke]

Characters: Birdman, Danny Fenton, Parano
Content: Birdman and Parano pay Dannyboy a late night visit.
Location: Dannyboy's sauve digs.
Time of Day: Five in the morning.
Warnings: ~*Sexy under garments*~

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[benbernanke]

Parano still lingered behind in the doorway, hesitant to enter the building even after the Birdman had made his way inside. Come on now. Nothing’s here but a little sleeping humanthing and a grotesquely unwashed manbird. Slowly and somewhat shakily, he moved one foot forward and crossed the threshold separating him from the heavy dark unknown ahead. It was a terrifying ordeal that lasted only a second. Once inside, he stood there for a few moments tensed up and clinging to the bag as tightly as possible with a pair of very shaky hands. But nothing happened. Nothing jumped out and knocked him to the ground and tried to tear his throat out. He felt his muscles slowly ease and his eyes begin the process of adjusting the lack of any real light. There was nothing to fear. Confidence began its steady incline as comfort levels increased. Straightening his posture out, Parano made his way over the where the other one stood. The smell was becoming more tolerable, though it was still extremely unpleasant. Couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly it was made up of. It did remind him of the dumpster in which he found a majority of MR. KITTY’s food.

Those two would get along so well.

Second floor.
His attention snapped back to Birdman, who was now gesturing at something nearby. Parano turned in the direction he motioned and examined the stairway before them. Stray articles of clothing littered the steps, making an upward trail to what could only be Danny. A smile cracked on his filthy face. He was close. As he was about to step back and allow Birdman to scale the stairway first, he saw that the other had already done just that for him.

You first~

Parano opened his mouth to protest, paused, and shut it again. Any more hesitation and he might end up outing himself for being a tiny bit
nervous.
But regardless of that, turning his back on Birdman did not seem like a wise idea. However much he hated to admit it, Birdman could be a threat. That sneer on his face didn’t help. Keeping his eyes locked on the taller one, he made his way on to the stairs, growling the whole way. He was careful to keep a good five steps between the two of them, casting a glance back every few seconds to ensure the distance was kept and that he wasn’t up to anything. They’d put one flight of stairs behind them now. Two different paths presented themselves. Ahead stood a door with 2F marked upon it in black, chipping paint and to the left there was another flight of stairs. Now which way could Dannyboy be? Something white caught his eye as he examined the ascending stairway. Another stray sock rested upon one of the higher up steps. There we go. Pointing to it, he looked back at Birdman and mumbled a simple, “There’s another foot cloth up there.”
Wasn’t too sure of what they were called, but it didn’t really matter. The point has made it across.