"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
Got put in the gallery for a bit after dinner. People talk, a lot. Who knelt, who didn't kneel, and who she fucked ain't really a secret, and your name came up at least once.
Ain't you, like, mad gay?
( forcibly censoring himself here, attempting some manner of decorum. )
I’m addicted to a harmful substance. It’s more like a drug habit than anything else. Is that a problem? Were you hoping I’d say I was madly in love with you?
( hey now, we don't use the j word around a perpetually unstable danny johnson. it'd be easy to tell him he's wrong because he is wrong, but danny has little vested interest in correcting people's incorrect assumptions of him. )
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post-banquet, next morning? day?
( no, he didn't see, but he heard about it in the aftermath, while laid out in the gallery. zlatka's native guests are big chatterboxes. )
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After the argument with Murphy he really hasn’t been in any kind of mood to tolerate Danny. Considers just ignoring him. ]
How the hell did you find out?
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Ain't you, like, mad gay?
( forcibly censoring himself here, attempting some manner of decorum. )
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Why do you care?
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Damn it. ]
Come off it, Danny.
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( let's just get that on record, junpei. not because he believes it, but because it sounds like absolute bullshit when spelled out like that. )
I ain't the one that needs to come off it.
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Fair enough, sweetheart.
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