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[haolehothead]

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

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[newkindofcop]

Steve doesn't have to look very far in order to find Danny. In truth, he just has to keep an ear to the ground and more often than not, the rumblings and rantings will lead him in the right direction. Usually, it's Zulu who leads the way, tail wagging happily as he recognizes the sound of Danny's voice, and today it's no exception as Steve follows along behind, waiting to see where the puppy goes to investigate even though he hears Danny in the room with the clothes box long before the dog finds him.

"Hey, what's this about miserable? You're not talking about yourself, right?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms loosely crossed, looking around at the black t-shirts scattered over the floor. "What are these, babe?"

[haolehothead]

"Do not touch those," Danny warns, practically lunging forward to stomp on them and prevent Steve from picking them up and getting a good look. Who? Who, he wants to know? Who is profiting off of his private life? How would they even know? The only people who would do this are his sisters and they just couldn't know. "Steve, seriously. Do not. Off!" he commands.

[newkindofcop]

"Well, now you're not keeping me away from them," Steve mutters, reaching out to seize a shirt in the corner before Danny can try to pin it down, almost ripping it in his haste to get it in his hands as he holds it out and manages to read the lettering on the front. "Wait, seriously? Seriously, this is what it's spitting out?"

[haolehothead]

Danny makes one last vain effort to get the shirts away from Steve, but it's useless. Now, they're on display for the whole world. He sinks back against the pile of good clothes and gestures wildly with one hand, here and there and everywhere. "Do you see why I didn't want you to see that? C'mon, put it back, put it -- before it gets other ideas, please."

[curiously_cora]

"I didn't do it," Coraline said when Danny mentioned vandalism charges. Coraline wasn't quite sure why she was admitting that but she best thought she'd get that in there before he got annoyed at her for something she may or may not have done. "Whatever it is, I didn't do it."

[haolehothead]

"That is a lot of 'lady doth protest too much', miss," Danny informs her mildly, getting the t-shirt situation under control as he folds them face-down and markedly makes sure to sit on the pile so that Coraline doesn't decide to wear them as a member of Team Steve & Danny, or whatever. "What'd you do, babe?"

[curiously_cora]

"Nothing!" Coraline said, looking curiously as Danny casually sat on a pile of t-shirts. "I haven't done anything, not one thing... nope. Why are you sitting on t-shirts?"

[haolehothead]

"Because they deserve to be sat on. I will not be distracted," he warns, giving her a pointed look as he gestures to her with two fingers, making a small gesture that he's watching her. "What'd you do?"

[lastof_five]

Helen actually usually did quite well with the box, except when it decided to pour forth piles and piles of lacy knickers and she hoped, while going there today, that she'd get some simple pajamas and not anything terribly racy if she had company.

Company, it turned out, was Danny, and she laughed a little at his exasperation.

"Come now, the box can't be that bad. Let me see what it's given you?"

[haolehothead]

Danny's practically lunging forward to reclaim the t-shirts, foisting out the Hawaiian shirt to act as distraction. "What, you mean this eyesore isn't bad enough?" he demands with a raised eyebrow. "Babe, if you think this is decent, I'm gonna request, politely, that you get your eyes checked out."

[lastof_five]

"Not what I would wear," Helen said, wincing at the eyesore of a shirt. "It is, what they call in my homeland, bloody awful. If that's the mood it's in today, I don't want to try. It'll give me nothing but slutty underwear."

[haolehothead]

"I wouldn't mind you in slutty underwear," Danny can't help but crack with a bright grin on his face, undeniably smug. It's something that his Ma never managed to completely beat out of him, because he still enjoys a good laugh now and again.

[little_moons]

"You know, I didn't realize you took fashion so fuckin' seriously," I say, kneeling down beside him and picking up one of the shirts. They're just fuckin' clothes, I've never really understood why people get so goddamn bent out of shape of this thing.

Still, when I turn the shirt around to read it, my lips twitch at the corners. "Marry, huh? Do they? Really?"

[haolehothead]

"Okay, okay, screw you," Danny accuses, without much heat to the words. "That's my personal business, it doesn't belong on a goddamn t-shirt that looks like it'd fit very miniscule dogs instead of people." He tries to start stuffing them back into the box to be swallowed up by the depths of clothes hell, but he knows that probably just means they'll return thricefold.

[little_moons]

"Dude, don't even act like you wear a size that much bigger than this," I laugh, holding the shirt up in his direction, and sure, he's strong and he's got broad enough shoulders, but he's kind of a little guy.

"Whatever. Personal business or not, somebody must be a fan."

[haolehothead]

"You're quickly earning a ticket off my wedding guest list," he huffs, as if that's actually any kind of real threat and not just some hilarious thing he's saying. He holds it up with mild disgust and flicks it aside, digging out the next one and flicking it in Neil's direction. "Here, have one for the road."

[sluttylyingliar]

"My pants are tight!" Rachel announces, grimacing as the waistband of her shorts dig into her gut. They still button, but just barely.

"What the fuck are you yelling about? My pants are tight."

[haolehothead]

Danny raises his brows as he abandons the shirt for a second to cinch both hands at her waist and give a little squeeze. "Babe, were you not just telling me the other day that you were hoping for the baby bump? Because then it's, I dunno, proof or whatever?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I'm a study in contradictions," she mutters, crossing her arms over her ever growing chest. "Anyway, it's not a bump yet. It's more like I'm just getting...thicker. So what the hell are you bitching about, anyway?"

[haolehothead]

Danny scowls and shows her the shirt. "It's that one I found when you and I were looking. There's more and they're breeding like rabbits." It's giving him a headache, honestly. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing as he looks at her. "And you look fine to me, stop complaining about your womanly figure."