Danny Williams (
haolehothead) wrote2011-07-06 12:12 pm
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There are some things that Danny is never going to believe and this island has a habit of throwing them at him en masse to make him as disbelieving as possible of reality. When Danny wakes up, instead of being treated to a nice and leisurely morning, he wakes up, feels how his chest is smashed against Steve, gets a flood of nice little hormones, and lets out an indignant sounding shriek.
That's all he manages before pushing at Steve with a bare (and small) foot. He bolts from the bedroom and has about a moment's worth of panic before heading for the spare room to dig hurriedly through the drawers. His pajamas are falling off and the first order of business (beyond, 'freak out about being a chick') revolves around clothes. He eventually finds a smaller t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which is around the same point that Danny thinks he hears noises -- Steve-shaped noises. He curls up in the corner of the room, trying to ignore facts coming into view (like how his hair is an enormous mess or how he seems shorter or how he is a woman and feels like a kid) and tries to hide.
His attempts are interfered with, of course, when Zulu decides to jump into his lap with a bark, forcing Danny to catch him. "Hey," he growls, not accustomed to the higher pitch, but grateful for the familiar cadence. "What the hell are you doing? Shut up!"
Danny just wishes that his stomach wasn't tumbling around and around like a goddamn washing machine at the mere thought of seeing Steve. Hormones, nerves, and a girl's body. Great. Just great. Maybe he should have stayed to check if Steve was okay, but for the moment, hiding seems the best course of action.
That's all he manages before pushing at Steve with a bare (and small) foot. He bolts from the bedroom and has about a moment's worth of panic before heading for the spare room to dig hurriedly through the drawers. His pajamas are falling off and the first order of business (beyond, 'freak out about being a chick') revolves around clothes. He eventually finds a smaller t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, which is around the same point that Danny thinks he hears noises -- Steve-shaped noises. He curls up in the corner of the room, trying to ignore facts coming into view (like how his hair is an enormous mess or how he seems shorter or how he is a woman and feels like a kid) and tries to hide.
His attempts are interfered with, of course, when Zulu decides to jump into his lap with a bark, forcing Danny to catch him. "Hey," he growls, not accustomed to the higher pitch, but grateful for the familiar cadence. "What the hell are you doing? Shut up!"
Danny just wishes that his stomach wasn't tumbling around and around like a goddamn washing machine at the mere thought of seeing Steve. Hormones, nerves, and a girl's body. Great. Just great. Maybe he should have stayed to check if Steve was okay, but for the moment, hiding seems the best course of action.

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His internal clock is set for an earlier hour, though, and he eventually wakes up on his own, but there's some commotion as he's slowly drawn out of sleep, Zulu barking in the next room and getting more hysterical by the minute.
Steve finally gets up with a groan, shucking on some pajama pants and going to investigate. "What's up, buddy? You hun - " His half-lidded eyes snap open fully as he finds the tiny blonde girl curled up in the spare bed, her face hidden in the dog's neck.
"- gry," Steve slowly finishes, taking a few slow steps into the room and crouching next to the bed. "Okay, who are you and why are you here?"
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And a part of him wants to slap Steve as much as a part that wants to mount him like a tree. Hello desire, thank you for joining this barn-dance.
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"Danny?"
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It must be eighteen, then, because when he turns up again, he gets the same feeling. Danny rubs at his face with the too-long ends of the fuzzy sweater he's wearing and heads inside to make a face at one of the infants, bending down and adjusting the jeans in order to pick her up. "Hey there, cutie," he whispers, adjusting the baby in his arms to take a spin around the room slowly, rocking back and forth as they go.
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Food in hand, he stops in the doorway, his eyes finding Danny by that shock of untamed blonde hair, and just watches, a fond smile passing over his lips, enjoying the sight for as long as he can before Danny notices him there.
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He's ordered drinks and is currently sucking his through a straw, waiting at the restaurant for Steve to arrive, and crossing his legs neatly, the heels a menace, but at least a reassurance that Danny's back to his normal height.
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He's dressed up too, a suit jacket, pair of slacks and a nice dress shirt undone by a few buttons, clean-shaven. He's got his glasses in one pocket too so he can read the menu, and he leans down to kiss Danny's cheek quickly before taking a seat in the other chair, smiling at him from across the table.
"You look amazing," he admits, his tone slightly surprised - and definitely impressed.
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