Daniel "Danny" Ketch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vengeancespirit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-05-06 21:56:00 |
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What: Danny turns back. Jessica’s been having pheromone control issues. Hilarity ensues!
Where: Danny’s place.
When: Night-ish?
Rating: PG-13, will edit if needed.
Status: Incomplete
Flaming skeletons would have been DPS monsters in WoW. Danny was pretty sure of that, after day two of playing WoW mostly nonstop. Apparently he didn’t need to worry about sleeping when he was on fire. At first, WoW was just what he was doing to kill time. He’d rolled a new ‘toon on a server nobody from the guild frequented – that he knew of, at any rate – and went to work leveling this ‘toon. He made all the appropriate excuses for missing work, though he had of course been relegated to texts instead of actual phone calls. The way his voice sounded right now, people would have yelled at him for playing with a voice changer.
It was only a timewaster at first. Jessica being over was a little awkward, considering he’d lied to Sookie and had some very interesting dreams about Jessica. He remembered a rose, and dinner, and beers and some making out, and all those things felt very pleasant in the dreams. In fact, they felt kind of pleasant even when he thought about them while awake. This was part of the two-fold reason he’d kept Sookie in the dark about his dreams; the other reason was that something deep down told him she could get hurt if she knew. He hadn’t understood it, but believed it with an almost religious certainty. The fact that he was dreaming about another woman, one he knew at least in passing from work, was just a coincidence. Or that’s what he told himself, anyway.
Unfortunately, things had gone from awkward to, well, more awkward. For some reason, the longer Jessica was over, the more Danny wanted to do…things. With her. Things that no guy who was currently dating someone else should want to do. At first, it was just a niggling little feeling, like the kind of thing most guys felt when they walked by an attractive girl on the street. Over time, the feelings had increased to a point where Danny had to maintain his focus on the computer fairly fervently because if he didn’t, he was fairly sure she’d have been able to tell he was getting tense, and that would have just made things more awkward. By the time she went home to get some of her things – and Danny was curious why that didn’t feel at all awkward or out of place – he was doing his best to keep his empty eye sockets, which could still somehow see perfectly fine, glued to the computer monitor and the cartoon-themed renderings of fantasy landscapes therein.
It looked like today would be ending the same way, but then, suddenly, with a flash of light and a vague fwoom sound, the burning skeleton dressed in spiked biker’s clothes was gone. Danny was back, in the plaid pajama pants and sleeveless t-shirt he’d been wearing when the transformation occurred. They didn’t have a mark on them. Not a single char or burn mark, nothing out of place. His eyes widened and he leapt up from the computer, immediately patting himself down. Normally, he’d have checked to see if all of his kibbles and bits were still there – this was important information even for the nicest and least pervy of guys – but the effect Jessica was having on him made it abundantly clear that things were, in fact, still there and functioning as normal.
He turned towards Jessica, a very large part of his mind noting how hot she looked, and let out a joyful whoop sound. “HolycrapI’mback!” Apparently, his ability to enunciate hadn’t quite made the transition yet. Almost immediately, he reached up to check his face. Yes, the fleshy bits were there, and an experimental poke at a closed eye proved that his brother’s dead-on salt-throwing technique hadn’t done any damage. “I don’t know how I did that,” he was still talking quickly, but at least now there were discernable moments of separation between the words, “but I’m back!”