#dannybrax

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@dannybrax from x

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@dannybrax || liked for a starter

❝ Come in, Danny boy, this is the Doctor. ❞ 

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@dannybrax

“What’re you doing?”

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dannybrax

“So who are you? My sister’s boyfriend?”

[withtwols]

"Oi, you. You're the guy who's taken a liking to Zoe, huh?"

“Bit more than a likin’, buddy.”

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dannybrax

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ve gotta ask. Do I have something on my face? Because I’m not... I mean I’m flattered, but I’m not that interesting.”

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“Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?”

“Bit of advice, dearie. Don’t disturb me when I have a cup in my hands.”

                       “Go away.”

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@dannybrax

       ❝ Why does our son have blue hair? ❞

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Zoe's getting a very tight bear hug from Danny, one in which he's incredibly reluctant to release her from. "I--" He pauses and takes a deep breath, it's then when his arms just wrap around Zoe just that little bit more. Danny's next two words? Well, they're mumbled, but they're audible and definitely able to be made out. "--love you."

Zoe’s just going to cling back and, in a very un-Zoe like fashion, press a kiss to the side of his head. “I love you too, Daniel. Always.”

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"So if honest is a thing we're gonna be with each other, there's something I should tell you."

“Okay...what’s up?”

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A smile wasn't something that he'd worn since the incident earlier on in the day but now, as he walked into the room where little Rosie was playing, the smallest hint of a smile finally appeared, albeit one which barely hid his inner sadness. "Hey Rosie," He moved to where she was playing and sat down beside her. "Do you mind if I join you for a while?"

Rosie looked up and smiled widely when she saw Danny coming in, but then she pouted as he sat down. “No you can’t sit here, Danny, you’re at the teachers desk! I’m making my lesson.” She stands up and tries to pull him over to her bed, where she’s set up stuffed animals in rows. “I’m Miss Tesla and this is my school and I’m the teacher and if you’re bad you get detention.” She speaks in a surprisingly good imitation of Helen’s accent, but then she leans forward and whispers to Danny. “Detention’s like a time-out for big kids.”

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Empty glasses were on the table, bottles in various states of fullness. And to be honest, she couldn't remember why they had started drinking in the first place. Maybe the goal had been to forget? If it was, mission accomplished. Somewhere in between rounds, her heels had come off and her hair had come down. An arm was around her friend's shoulders. "Feel better now?"