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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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[seeyousoonthen]

"Oh, Danny, you are making such a racket," Savannah chided lightly. "It can't be so bad now. Just put everything back in. Go on. Start fresh."

That was her best strategy, especially on the days it gave her the ugliest maternity clothes possible. Today she wore a shirt that said BABY and had a big arrow pointing down, as if someone might mistake her belly for anything else.

[haolehothead]

"I'm very talented at making a racket," he insists. "And if I put the clothes back, I'm gonna chance someone else finding them," he says, dreading that notion, but more inclined to greet Savannah at the moment. He grins as widely as he can, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a tight hug. "Hey kid, hey baby-in-waiting," he greets the child separately.

[seeyousoonthen]

"Well, what's it giving you that's so horrible?" she asked, snatching a shirt to hold it up and take a look.

Her whole face was overcome with softness. It touched her so deeply.

"Oh, Danny, that's just about romantic. I like it," she said. "But it's cut for a girl. This will never work for you."

[haolehothead]

"Okay, one, thank you for not assuming that just because I have a small waist, I can fit into girl's clothes," he says, taking the time to mention it because it is noteworthy. "And two, it is not romantic, it's just creepy. Why on earth would anywhere wear something like that, huh?"

[sal_romano]

The box did have its whims, and like everyone, it had good days and bad days. Not that Salvatore has really noticed, he's still somewhat under the impression that what winds up in there are just the things that someone else has decided they didn't need. Granted, he knows that maybe it withholds or offers things based entirely on how helpful it apparently feels that day

[haolehothead]

Danny's eyes widen when he realizes what shirt has fallen into Sal's hands and suddenly the panic that grips him makes it difficult to breathe. Hell, it's been a long time since he's worried so much about other people's opinions, but old habits die hard. "It's pretty bad," he concedes. "It's not the end of the world, but it's definitely enough to earn a rant or two and hey! Hey, how the hell is that fair?" he whines. "Why are you getting waistcoats? I had to beg two hours for the only one I got!"

[sal_romano]

Sal doesn't even seem intent on reading it. He's still getting used to the idea that shirts would even have writing on them. He sees some of the reaction though, and folds the shirt up to offer it back to Danny without a second glance. He was already yelling at the box, no need to make him anxious and irritable.

"Hey-?" Sal begins to question before he peers down into the box, and then arches his brows to reach in and pull one free, checking the size. "I couldn't tell you. Maybe it realizes I really don't have the build to pull off the standard Island lack of attire."

[haolehothead]

Danny takes a quick look at Sal's physique, dismissing it with a wave. "Please, you look great, you look like a man's man," he says, hefting his shoulders in demonstration -- even if, at five-five, even broad shoulders don't make up for the height and diminutive waist.

He does take the shirt with a great sigh of relief. "Thank you," he exhales. "It's not that I care if you see, it's just the idea that my life is emblazoned on a t-shirt. That's a little too crazy for me."

[honestlyrubbish]

It used to be that Hermione Granger didn't need to turn to the clothes box very often at all, being more than diligent enough to do the laundry for the boys on a regular basis, even folding them as she looked over her Council records in the evening, making sure that everything was in place. But ever since the school term began, time for chores grew shorter and shorter, and when given the option of simply turning to the box for a clean set of clothing, Hermione found herself giving in more frequently.

And on such occasions, it really wasn't unusual to find someone cursing the box for the sparse offerings it made.

"Vandalism charges?" she asks, hearing the familiar voice, brow furrowed. "On the island? Is that really becoming such a problem?" She kneels down, rifling through the box now that Danny seems done with it, only to unearth a shirt not unlike those he has in hand.

She tilts her head at it, contemplative. "How...?"

[haolehothead]

Danny has resorted to tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose. When Hermione joins in and finds her own horrors at the end of the yellow-brick-box, he can only gesture to the heavens as if a prophecy has come to light. "You see?" he says, knocking it down a couple notches so that he doesn't completely seem like a raving lunatic. "You see what I mean? And no, there's no rash of vandalism charges, but I had one the other week. One is just the start of a problem," he says.

"Wait, why does yours make no sense?" he asks, confused. It's pretty hard to confuse his, but there's a lot of big words on...and yeah, Danny's just realized where they're from. Rachel used to read Grace the books, what with the appropriate accent and everything.

[honestlyrubbish]

"Ah, you mean- I'd heard of that," Hermione says sheepishly, though she does her best to avoid any direct mention of Kate, feeling that the matter is already solidly behind the other girl, and seeing very little to gain from bringing it up again and mucking through all the dirt. She does sigh a little sigh of relief upon realizing that Danny's only referring to Kate, and not some other outbreak which may stand a chance of causing a widespread problem. (Not least of all, she thinks about that young man she met some time ago, who spent all of his free time prank calling the IPD.) "Pardon me for saying, though, I don't think that you'll be seeing a problem from her again anytime soon, it isn't like her

[haolehothead]

Danny wants to apologize for asking when he knows, but then he'd have to apologize for knowing and then it just gets too complicated for him to deal with (especially when he's already a little bit at his patience's end). "I definitely trust that the vandal won't be doing it again," Danny reassures and if she does, they're definitely going to have very strong words. He glances at the t-shirt and takes a deep breath, shaking his head. "It's possibly the worst way to announce nuptials. Let's just say that."

[lexiepedia]

It probably isn't fair to just be standing and watching. No, it's definitely not fair, but Lexie can't help it. She's come down to the basement meaning to do a load of laundry, bag slung over one shoulder, but there's a scene in progress when she reaches the doorway, and she really doesn't know how to interrupt an outburst like that. Besides, sympathetic though she is to a plight like that - she does decently with the clothes box, most days, but there are still times she thinks it will drive her absolutely mad - there's something incredibly amusing about it, too, leaving her biting back a smile when there's finally enough of a lull that she can walk into the room and make her presence known.

"Vandalism charges? Really?" she asks. She thinks she might have heard something along those lines, actually, but that isn't the point. "So that thing's, uh, really giving you a hard time, huh?"

[haolehothead]

Danny lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to restrain himself before he's being carted off to the loony bin -- if they even have one of those here. There's a time for enthusiastic ranting and there's a time for apologetic 'I'm not really crazy'. Right now, he needs to be espousing the latter. "Usually, it and I have an agreement. I mean, it's not what I want, but it's what I can tolerate. It's trying to burn out my retinas today," he admits, flashing a bright smile at the gorgeous woman.

They're all gorgeous here. Danny is beginning to suspect that whoever's bringing them here is just incredibly shallow -- and then there's guys like him, there for the entertainment. "I mean, come on," he says dubiously, holding up the Hawaiian shirt. "This?"

[lexiepedia]

Lexie cringes sympathetically, the shirt garish to say the least. She's gotten used to seeing things like that here, in the year she's been on the island, but that doesn't make it any easier on the eyes. All things considered, she can't blame him for the tirade. "Definitely retina-burning," she agrees, nose wrinkling as she crosses to a washing machine, glancing back at him all the while. "I'd offer to help, but I don't think I'd be much good. That thing usually hates me."

[haolehothead]

"We should form a club," he says, dismissing the Hawaiian shirt with a grimace (accompanied by the briefest of pangs of grief that Chin isn't here to take it and love it for all its misbegotten clothesmanship). "I'm Danny, by the way. Danny Williams," he introduces himself as he sticks one hand out and tries to brush away the offending t-shirts with his other. "You know, if we're gonna be forming an alliance against a box, it's always good to know names."

[capable_of]

"I don't think you will have anyone disagree with that." Lex said, having just come down the stairs with a bag of laundry over his shoulder. He'd just had a shower after a morning fencing session and was coming down to run some laundry before meeting Anatoly upstairs for a cup of tea.

He moved over tp the laundry machines, but peaked to see what it was giving the man he knew was Clark's friend that had caused him so much distress. "Good Lord. I can't say I blame you, that's certainly hideous." When Lex walked close enough, some of the cloths in the box turned bright white, it's chosen color for him. He just rolled his eyes and ignored it.

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, it's --" Danny trails off, at a loss for words to even described the monstrosity before him. "Yeah," he gets out with a grimace. "What, you don't want it? Sad thing is, I have a friend from back home who would've lit right up if he saw this. Sometimes, the people in the world just make me sad."

[capable_of]

"I don't think I know anybody who would wear such a thing. Most people I know seem to prefer primary colors." Clark and Anatoly at least, though Anatoly would wear anything Lex dressed him in and the man did look good in red. "The question is, why is it giving it to you? That thing often has a perverse agenda." He added with a chuckle as he began putting clothes into the washing machine.

[haolehothead]

"I used to live in Hawaii," Danny responds with a deep breath in and a long exhalation out, as if to temper his annoyance, "and I wasn't its biggest fan. Seems like the box is trying to show me every single kind of horrifying thing it can try and put me in. What," he says with a smirk. "You don't think it flatters me?"

He wants to burn it.