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Danny is fairly sure that even though he put Kate in holding for destruction of property a couple weeks ago, he should be allowed one free pass -- just the one. He's been looking for clothes in order to replace the ones of Steve's that didn't make it through the fire (that Danny set) and for the most part he's picking out the things Steve likes and he hates. There's plaid shirts and polo shirts, khakis and cargo pants, and all the tank tops in the world. It's all fine and dandy until suddenly there's shirt after shirt and they're all equally horrifying.
"What the hell?" Danny demands of a box as he lifts up five copies of the same shirt. Five becomes six, then seven. "Okay," he announces loudly, tossing the shirts down and rolling up the sleeves of his button-down, dimly aware that getting into a fight with an inanimate object isn't really sane, but this object is practically torturing him. "Do you know the mocking and the ridicule I have to put up, just because I'm doing this thing? Huh? Huh? I mean, do you?"
He takes in a deep breath, preparing for the long haul.
"This? This is not funny. You are not funny." He's seen the clothing box's sense of humor before and Danny can only figure that he's somehow part of a big joke and the amusement is feeding some sick sense of devilry down in the caves below. "I work hard every day and we, you and me, we've got a tentative agreement, I thought. You give me ties, you give me shirts, but this?" he says, gesturing to the shirt like it's a flag. "Come on! Next thing I know, you're gonna be giving me leis and hawaiian shirts that would make Chin Ho blush." And true to his expectations, the next thing he digs out is a rainbow-tinted Hawaiian shirt proclaiming 'aloha' in the top corner.
Danny presses his lips together tightly. "You are the reason that people here are miserable," he announces, steadfastly. "You are the reason I have to deal with vandalism charges."
[ST/LT welcome through the week with no tag limit. Please feel free to have witnessed any and all]
"What the hell?" Danny demands of a box as he lifts up five copies of the same shirt. Five becomes six, then seven. "Okay," he announces loudly, tossing the shirts down and rolling up the sleeves of his button-down, dimly aware that getting into a fight with an inanimate object isn't really sane, but this object is practically torturing him. "Do you know the mocking and the ridicule I have to put up, just because I'm doing this thing? Huh? Huh? I mean, do you?"
He takes in a deep breath, preparing for the long haul.
"This? This is not funny. You are not funny." He's seen the clothing box's sense of humor before and Danny can only figure that he's somehow part of a big joke and the amusement is feeding some sick sense of devilry down in the caves below. "I work hard every day and we, you and me, we've got a tentative agreement, I thought. You give me ties, you give me shirts, but this?" he says, gesturing to the shirt like it's a flag. "Come on! Next thing I know, you're gonna be giving me leis and hawaiian shirts that would make Chin Ho blush." And true to his expectations, the next thing he digs out is a rainbow-tinted Hawaiian shirt proclaiming 'aloha' in the top corner.
Danny presses his lips together tightly. "You are the reason that people here are miserable," he announces, steadfastly. "You are the reason I have to deal with vandalism charges."
[ST/LT welcome through the week with no tag limit. Please feel free to have witnessed any and all]