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...I blame late night television myself. Also, rampant boredom.
Danny should have expected something like this, is the thing.
"What."
Steve gives him a look of overdone innocence that's actually kind of insulting.
"What?" Steve asks, frowning now. "You don't like it?"
Danny sighs. His life.
"Danno?"
And see, it's. He doesn't know how Steve has managed to get Grace on his side, but there it is. She's got her head cocked to the side, watching him in a way he knows all too well. Danny only has himself to blame for not taking the time to teach her to use her powers for good.
"It's great, Steve," Danny says. Grace is still watching him. "Thanks."
Grace beams at him, and darts over to give Steve a hug, her thank you muffled by Steve's midsection, and rushes from the room with her own gift clutched in her arms. Once she's gone, Danny glares at Steve. "I hate you."
Steve grins, smirks, really. "I just thought it would be practical," Steve says, picking up the bundle of fabric and stuffing and and holds it out to Danny, proving he still hasn't learned a damn thing about the importance of self-preservation.
Danny's eyes narrow. He wants to say it's not like he planned this, the whole inclement weather thing and the ruined camping trip with Grace's class that first time. Or the exterminators the second time because Jesus, his place is a dump and things like that happen. The third and fourth times had more to do with work, trying to find a lead, anything, in a stack of files and information they hadn't known what to do with at the time. Precious time going by in a blur until it made sense to take Steve up on his offer of the spare room rather than risk driving across the island to his apartment on too little sleep. He lost count after that, and somehow that's gotten him here, with his own daughter conspiring against him.
Again, his life.
"I wasn't sure which one you'd like," Steve goes on, still terrible at faking innocence. "So I took a guess."
"Well, you know," Danny says. "Only assholes don't like unicorns."
"That much is true." Steve somehow manages to keep a straight face.
"I still hate you." It's a point of pride. Or. Well. Something.
"I'm fine with that," Steve says, because he's Steve. "Also, my dinosaur can take your unicorn."
"Your dinosaur has tiny little arms. My unicorn has a weapon on its head." Danny's sure normal people wouldn't be having this kind of conversation.
Steve smiles. He's much better at looking like an asshole, which. Pretty much, yeah.
"My dinosaur has a mouth full of sharp teeth. Your unicorn doesn't even have a mouth."
Not true. Danny's unicorn is smiling. It's just hard to see if you aren't looking at it from the right angle, and oh, God. What even.
"Danno! Steve!" Grace yells from the living room, a note of impatience in her voice because for all her plotting and scheming, she's still an eight-year-old girl. "Hurry up!"
"This isn't over," Danny says, shaking his unicorn at Steve as he turns towards the door. "Don't think it is." He's not sure if he's talking about the dinosaur vs. unicorn debate or something else, but whatever.
"Yeah, okay," Steve says, still smiling like he's not all that concerned, like he's fine with that, and that's just.
Danny sighs, well aware that he does that a lot more now that Steve's in his life than he ever has, and gives up. His little girl may be plotting against him where this thing with Steve is concerned, but there's a pillow fight in his future, and he's relatively certain he can talk Grace over to his side without much trouble. He has the feeling the combined might of a dolphin and a unicorn are more than a match for any dinosaur, even Steve's.
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Danny should have expected something like this, is the thing.
"What."
Steve gives him a look of overdone innocence that's actually kind of insulting.
"What?" Steve asks, frowning now. "You don't like it?"
Danny sighs. His life.
"Danno?"
And see, it's. He doesn't know how Steve has managed to get Grace on his side, but there it is. She's got her head cocked to the side, watching him in a way he knows all too well. Danny only has himself to blame for not taking the time to teach her to use her powers for good.
"It's great, Steve," Danny says. Grace is still watching him. "Thanks."
Grace beams at him, and darts over to give Steve a hug, her thank you muffled by Steve's midsection, and rushes from the room with her own gift clutched in her arms. Once she's gone, Danny glares at Steve. "I hate you."
Steve grins, smirks, really. "I just thought it would be practical," Steve says, picking up the bundle of fabric and stuffing and and holds it out to Danny, proving he still hasn't learned a damn thing about the importance of self-preservation.
Danny's eyes narrow. He wants to say it's not like he planned this, the whole inclement weather thing and the ruined camping trip with Grace's class that first time. Or the exterminators the second time because Jesus, his place is a dump and things like that happen. The third and fourth times had more to do with work, trying to find a lead, anything, in a stack of files and information they hadn't known what to do with at the time. Precious time going by in a blur until it made sense to take Steve up on his offer of the spare room rather than risk driving across the island to his apartment on too little sleep. He lost count after that, and somehow that's gotten him here, with his own daughter conspiring against him.
Again, his life.
"I wasn't sure which one you'd like," Steve goes on, still terrible at faking innocence. "So I took a guess."
"Well, you know," Danny says. "Only assholes don't like unicorns."
"That much is true." Steve somehow manages to keep a straight face.
"I still hate you." It's a point of pride. Or. Well. Something.
"I'm fine with that," Steve says, because he's Steve. "Also, my dinosaur can take your unicorn."
"Your dinosaur has tiny little arms. My unicorn has a weapon on its head." Danny's sure normal people wouldn't be having this kind of conversation.
Steve smiles. He's much better at looking like an asshole, which. Pretty much, yeah.
"My dinosaur has a mouth full of sharp teeth. Your unicorn doesn't even have a mouth."
Not true. Danny's unicorn is smiling. It's just hard to see if you aren't looking at it from the right angle, and oh, God. What even.
"Danno! Steve!" Grace yells from the living room, a note of impatience in her voice because for all her plotting and scheming, she's still an eight-year-old girl. "Hurry up!"
"This isn't over," Danny says, shaking his unicorn at Steve as he turns towards the door. "Don't think it is." He's not sure if he's talking about the dinosaur vs. unicorn debate or something else, but whatever.
"Yeah, okay," Steve says, still smiling like he's not all that concerned, like he's fine with that, and that's just.
Danny sighs, well aware that he does that a lot more now that Steve's in his life than he ever has, and gives up. His little girl may be plotting against him where this thing with Steve is concerned, but there's a pillow fight in his future, and he's relatively certain he can talk Grace over to his side without much trouble. He has the feeling the combined might of a dolphin and a unicorn are more than a match for any dinosaur, even Steve's.
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