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Danny Allen as Booker DeWitt

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Danny Allen: Character Personality Template

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Olivia rewatches Community ↳Running Gags: What in the __ is happening?

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"I don’t believe in dibs, or love at first sight, or love, or best friends, or doing things, but it’s good you brought this to me” 

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bamf!Danny

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Community » Communication Studies (1x16)

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"I'd, uh, probably guess someone that doesn't know you too well?" Danny guessed. Not that he could say he knew the enigmatic woman well by any stretch of the imagination, but he did know she wasn't one for nicknames. Especially the cutesy kind. Like Ginny. "Where'd you hear that from?"

"Ginny? Who the hell has been calling me ‘Ginny’?" she asks with coldness in her voice, which was the only give-away that she wasn’t pleased about it, since her expression remains as stoic as ever.

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Save for the heavy heaving of readjusting breathing and the thunderous thrum of pounding hearts, a calm, welcomed silence descended on the pair for a few minutes, and then a few minutes more. That was… entirely too close a call for comfort. Dozens of questions buzzed around in his mind, "What if you were too late, what if you hadn’t made it, what if the first bird had taken you out," he silenced them, cramming them into a box and kicking the box to the very back of his mind. Those What Ifs were a little late on the draw; they had no meaning, no business to be plaguing Danny’s thoughts now that he and Landon were both here, alive and relatively unharmed. And to think it all started because of a goddamn magical, mystical, unicorn-rare weed… Amazing.

"Yeah, yeah, sure—‘s what I’m here for, babe,” Danny broke into a bit of a giggle fit, only to be cut short by a sharp throb in his chest reminding him that his lungs still weren’t at full capacity just yet. It’d be nothing short of a miracle if none of his ribs were cracked or broken, and if they were, just another problem for Future Danny to work around. What’s the remedy for that, lots of rest and relaxing? No heavy lifting or something along those lines? Yeah, good luck with that. Hell, he’d probably be back out in enemy territory later that day looking for another damn tumbleweed to replace the last one… but that would be another issue for Future Danny to deal with. 

"Uh huh, sure you do," Danny rolled to his feet—slowly and carefully. Ignoring the painful protests from his ribs, he took Landon’s hand and pulled him to his feet, too. His arms found themselves at home around Landon’s waist, and a playful smirk appeared on Danny’s face. "Geneva it is." Landon didn’t need to say anything else; Danny knew exactly what and where he was talking about. It was gaudy and reeked of pretentiousness, but it was the one he knew was Landon’s favorite; it was also the one where the attendants knew well enough to heed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the doorknob to a room that, according to hotel records, was unoccupied. 

Watch Your Steppe ;; Danny & Landon

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Librarian + 394

Industrial Magic by Kelley Armstrong [ x ]