hatesparadise | Entries tagged with where: mca #0

Well. Steve's dad was here. And it wasn't weird at all.

And Danny wasn't at all both saddened and relieved to not have Matty or Grace or even Meka show up for him. Not at all. Don't be silly.

He was just gonna do the sane thing and sublimate his feelings by making breakfast for Steve and his guest until things went back to normal. Which would hopefully happen tomorrow. But, for now, there would be pancakes. With bananas and chocolate chips to make Steve smile like a goofball.

[For the two there!]

Steve had basically shoved Danny into going home to shower and change his clothes while he supervised the rest of the evacuation. Which Danny didn't fight him too hard on.

Because a shower? That sounded amazing.

Which was why he spent way too long in there before finally coming out to find the most comfortable clothing he could find to go sit outside on the lanai to just enjoy being able to see the sun again.

[for the partner!]

After the weekend they had, Danny's insomnia was back in force. Which meant that, after some staring at the ceiling and tossing and turning, he was stumbling out of bed to give into the urge to go check on Steve.

Look, the guy got kidnapped. He was allowed to be a little bit anxious about the whole thing. He didn't want to wake the guy if he was sleeping, but it would be good to make sure he was... just to make sure of things, okay?

[for the partner!]

They'd gotten back to Fandom in time to fall asleep last night. After a productive few days back in Hawaii.

Well. Semi-productive.

It was a whole thing. Much like this morning was going to be a whole thing too! Wasn't that just the best thing after a week of being high strung and annoyed?

But for now, Danny at least, was enjoying his sleep even as there was noise in the kitchen that was decidedly not Steven.

[for those kids and the guy living there!]

Whelp. It was turning out to be quite an annoying week so far. And they were only a few days in!

Steve was working out like a ~~very distracting~~ madman, which meant Danny was forced to avoid him if he went to the gym to hit a heavy bag until the itch along his spine faded to a manageable level. And once that stopped working, he was in the kitchen, aggressively cooking and baking enough to feed half the apartment complex.

He was doing just fine, though. Just fine.

[for the guy who lives there!]

Look, a guy could only get so many weird messages and texts before he put the phone away and went to go hunt down his partner to make sure this was the island messing with them all and not...

Something else. Yes.

That.

"Steven!" he called, looking around to see if he could find the man in question.

[for the partner!]

Danny had done a perfectly normal, reasonable thing for a coworker and friend and purchased that new X-Box thing for Steve's Christmas gift. And now he was being dragged into playing a game with him.

It wasn't going terrible well for him.

"I don't understand the controller," he grumbled. "Arcade games were better, you know."

That was loser talk there.

[For the housemate!]

Well, yesterday was a thing. A whole entire thing. And Danny was not happy about any of it.

So, after doing the thing he'd done for weeks when he first arrived, he spent his morning trying the causeway to follow after Steve again to no avail. Hence being back at the apartment to stress bake.

It was this or have an anxiety attack over the level of unknowns and he thought his shrink would prefer this, honestly.

[open! any thread set before the phone call]

Danny had not drunk enough last night to be hungover, but he was feeling the lack of sleep at the very least. Hence, drinking coffee as he blandly looked out at the lanai and the mass of glitter that decorated it now.

Oh, and the two inflatable reindeer.

"I'm not cleaning that up," he muttered into his coffee.

[open, yes!]

After the weird candy rain yesterday, the cats in hats was almost welcome. That was until Danny came back from his therapy session on the mainland to find five of those cats in his kitchen, staring at him over plates that held the remnants of cat food.

Of course this was his happening to him today. And it had been going so well before now.

"Steven!"

[for the cat lover!]

Danny woke up to a cat sprawled out on his chest, purring away. This might not have been too strange if he hadn't known for a fact that it sure as hell hadn't been there before. Also, because it immediately yawned and said, "You need coffee to deal with this."

Which was A Thing.

That was why he was now in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to brew and staring down a talking cat.

[for the partner!]

Just as suddenly as he'd been snatched out to LA, he was back on the island again. Because of course he was.

Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as sniffed the lingering scent of bleach that implied Steve had once again been cleaning in his own weird, Navy sort of way. "...if he put weapons in the ceiling, I'm gonna kill him."

And maybe Verity for giving him the idea.

[for the SEAL!]

Back in Hawaii it had been a sort of tradition to get together with the team for grilling back at Steve's, going to Kamekona's food truck, or to a bar for drinks and greasy food. Which meant it was sorta weird to not do it here.

Hence this little dinner party.

Plus it'd be good to get to know each other, right? Right.

Danny eyed the lasagna in the oven one more time before deciding it was coming along just fine and relaxing a little to wait for their guests.

[for them invited!]

Well, Danny was finally getting his promised steak and beers. Even if the mood of the day was less jovial than he would have assumed it to be. But, hey, that probably a him thing since Steve was acting mostly normal. Which could always be explained as Danny's mood rubbing off on him.

That sort of thing did happen between the two of them.

"So, I think I've got a shrink now," he said once he realized he was zoning out, sitting out on the lanai as he watched Steve poke at the steaks.

Must be a lack of sleep.

[for the modded partner!]

Once he was back, well not home, but back to Fandom and got the text messages that Steve sent him, Danny sighed. His steak better still be there.

Spoilers: it would not be.

"Steve? You there--what the hell did you do to this place?" The apartment was now sparkling clean and there were suspicious new decorations that Danny had the sinking suspicion that were filled with weapons or whatever ridiculous covert ops things Steve deemed important to have. Probably fake passports and cash.

[for the steak thief]

Without the air conditioning working, the only vaguely comfortable place to sleep last night had been out on the lanai. Because of course Danny ended up in a an apartment with a lanai.

His luck was just that good.

The only reason he was vaguely conscious now was the fact that the heat was picking right back up as the sun started to rise, making things uncomfortably hot and muggy. Now was trying to decide if the coffee shop still had power and could provide him with the amount of coffee it would take to deal with the bullshit of the day.

Choices, choices.

[open, yes!]