#[MichaelxDannt----ship] insidiousjournalist

[ask-the-boogeyman]

[Room]

"Heard someone thought they could take you on in a fight, Myers."

Word spread around the ballroom fast of a fight already starting in the garden, the designated sparring grounds where you could kill and maim at your leisure. Which is why the Ghostface didn't pay it much mind at first, thinking it was just a couple of killers unable to contain themselves and letting out some energy on some of the guests. But to hear one of the participants had a halligan immediately set off alarm bells and he barely managed to scramble past the growing crowd of witnesses standing at the very edge of the garden to catch the end of the bloodshed.

Michael Myers standing victorious at the cost of the outfit he'd help put together reduced to shreds and stained with blood, both the killer's and his opponent's. Danny was the first to step out into the Garden as things began to calm down, not worried about facing the wrath of the Boogeyman unlike the rest. He's gotten a chance to see past the mask he wore and managed to settle himself on the "tolerable" spectrum of people Myers wouldn't kill on sight, which to his knowledge included only two people.

And so here he was, gingerly checking the damages the Shape had sustained and running his gloved hand across the blood soaked fabrics. "... Motherfucker..." His lips were pursed as he was both pissed off that his hard work was ruined and upset over the man who was now bleeding profusely and injured himself. For as much as one should be treated with higher concern over the other, he knew Michael would be alright. His rush to check things out wasn't of concern for his well being necessarily, because he was confident enough in him not to underestimate his abilities. But it was the fact that internal bleeding was probably gonna make Myers regret even coming here.

"Let me take you to one of the quiet rooms here, alright? I'll patch you up myself and see if I can work with this."

~ @insidious-journalist

The crowd gathering furthered his agitation, but not before he found another's presence arriving. His head lulls forward, his footing staggering for a moment as his breathing remains ragged and forced. With faint huffs that rise and fall with the movement, Michael takes notice of the approach and at first, he readies for another fight before he notices the attire and the lack of self-preservation at this moment.

The man was the Ghostface he has let into his walls, just as another has been allowed to grow close. Tolerable is a word that could be used but it grows far deeper than that if one sees just how much Michael has changed his behavior behind closed doors, from the soft moments to the moments where he'd protect them... They clearly have made a heavy impact on the older man.

Being checked over grants a grunt of his own, especially as he hears the 'motherfucker' being muttered from the fellow killer's lips. Despite the bad turnabout of this event so far, he reluctantly gives way to a nod before taking the time to clip the halligan to the belt at his side.

Of course, there is the manner of fixing the attire but he doubts it will be very salvable as he was dealt a decent amount of damage. More scars for his weathered skin, more stories for the two he cares for to explore. Without a word, he begins to walk towards the quiet rooms, keeping in tow with Danny despite the trail of blood he's leaving with each step.

@insidious-journalist