Danny -- 41
Who: Danny, Javert, and Naomi.
Where: Naomi's home
Style: Either idk. Whatever you guys are up for!
Status: Closed tighter than Javert's abandoned snuff-boxes.
The days are growing shorter, and the sun has already set by now. It's fortunate that Danny's had most of his flight experience at night, or he wouldn't have been able to find this place in the dark.
Not bothering to straighten his hair from its windswept chaos (it's not like Naomi'll care), Danny grins at the smell of food. Even with Frank's precise tutelage, he's never really gotten a nack for cooking; one-minute meals are easier, anyway, and they actually taste pretty good, too, so why bother? With this regular diet in mind, it's no wonder the relatively-parentless fifteen-year-old takes advantage of every homecooked dinner he gets. (Especially since Naomi improved!)
Opening the door with the ease of someone who's already at home, Danny calls, "Hey, Naomi!"
Where: Naomi's home
Style: Either idk. Whatever you guys are up for!
Status: Closed tighter than Javert's abandoned snuff-boxes.
The days are growing shorter, and the sun has already set by now. It's fortunate that Danny's had most of his flight experience at night, or he wouldn't have been able to find this place in the dark.
Not bothering to straighten his hair from its windswept chaos (it's not like Naomi'll care), Danny grins at the smell of food. Even with Frank's precise tutelage, he's never really gotten a nack for cooking; one-minute meals are easier, anyway, and they actually taste pretty good, too, so why bother? With this regular diet in mind, it's no wonder the relatively-parentless fifteen-year-old takes advantage of every homecooked dinner he gets. (Especially since Naomi improved!)
Opening the door with the ease of someone who's already at home, Danny calls, "Hey, Naomi!"