Daniel/BB
"Shut up," he muttered, swatting melodramatically at her hand. He shook his head and let his dark hair fall where it wanted. Aside from one cowlick toward the back, it behaved fairly well. Still, he could not help but smile; the card had been perfect, and Daniel already knew he was going to keep it. Preferably somewhere Chris would not see it, were he ever to make an appearance inside Daniel's apartment.
"I like comics just fine," he said, "I just hate comic nerds. They're the worst. And being surrounded by them sounds like real, actual Hell. Is Ta-Nehisi Coates gonna be there? I actually really do like his run on Black Panther. And he's just a badass, besides."
He tipped his chin toward her. "But hey, what are you dressin' up as, then? It better be something equally unsexy as 'bitter old man with metal bones' or I'm gonna be really mad at you."