Danny -- 43
Who: Danny and Cid
Where: Cid's Garage
Style: Either
Status: Closed tighter than a jar of pickles, and backdated to be right after this log. )
Danny stares up at the garage doors, vaguely surprised to where his feet (and whatever controls his flight) have taken him. The doors are closed, and the lights in front are off: it's past the normal closing time, and everyone's gone. He should probably go home, too, only he's far too awake to sleep, and he's not sure he wants to deal with anyone, right now. They wouldn't understand, and he doesn't know how to explain. (Come to think of it, Cid probably won't get it, either. So why's he here in the first place?)
Hearing a change in the ambient sounds, Danny realizes that he can hear activity inside the garage. It's a power-tool of some kind: Cid's awake. He's probably working on the same project he was building a few days ago. Thinking of the thoughtless busy-work Danny sometimes gets while helping (he could use not-thinking, right now,) the kidnods to himself decisively. Passing briefly behind a dumpster to detransform, Danny goes up to a side-door, reaches through intangibly, and lets himself in.
"Hey, Cid?"
Where: Cid's Garage
Style: Either
Status: Closed tighter than a jar of pickles, and backdated to be right after this log. )
Danny stares up at the garage doors, vaguely surprised to where his feet (and whatever controls his flight) have taken him. The doors are closed, and the lights in front are off: it's past the normal closing time, and everyone's gone. He should probably go home, too, only he's far too awake to sleep, and he's not sure he wants to deal with anyone, right now. They wouldn't understand, and he doesn't know how to explain. (Come to think of it, Cid probably won't get it, either. So why's he here in the first place?)
Hearing a change in the ambient sounds, Danny realizes that he can hear activity inside the garage. It's a power-tool of some kind: Cid's awake. He's probably working on the same project he was building a few days ago. Thinking of the thoughtless busy-work Danny sometimes gets while helping (he could use not-thinking, right now,) the kidnods to himself decisively. Passing briefly behind a dumpster to detransform, Danny goes up to a side-door, reaches through intangibly, and lets himself in.
"Hey, Cid?"