( it's the tentativeness that surprises him. people usually aren’t that considerate, and danny johnson? it’s odd to feel him so careful — enough to spark some curiosity. )
i got nicked under the ribs in jim's maze a day or so back.
( was it a day? it might have been longer. danny isn't sure how long he was in there. it felt like a space similar to the void, that line between reality and unreality. )
i know it ain't right of me to come asking for you to fix me up and taking advantage of your generosity, but i'd really appreciate it if you could help me out just this once.
( he's already built up a stack of favors for ianthe, and she's not a woman danny wants to be indebted to, as much as he likes her. he's not stupid. )
the woods, probably about half a mile or more due east of ( my daddies' cabin are the words he thinks, but he catches them before they can make their way to aristaeus, though some of it slips through, butchered and mangled, a little slip of tv static spelling out my daddies, my daddies, my daddies. ) my cabin. jem's cabin. i think. i don't know, fuck. i took a break 'cause walking was getting annoying.
I'll find you. ( simple, matter-of-fact. he knows the area well enough that picking up a trail shouldn't be an issue. )
So, about that story?
( there's got to be a few people that'd like this shot at danny johnson, of course, not including the rubeans, but it seems like it'd take a feat of extraordinary luck to get close enough to land a meaningful blow. john gaius knew how to pick his company. )
( that's all the confirmation danny needs to fully slump down where he'd been standing, propped elbow-first against a tree. he settles at the base, between two gnarled roots undulating from the dirt like twin worms. )
( he doesn't go so far as to say "maybe he'll do us all a favor and get eaten by a yeti", since cesare borgia wouldn't do anyone a good turn even if his life depended on it. )
Here's hoping. God knows he's got a talent for making an ass of himself in public.
( it's the kind of thing that'd be a lot more amusing if it didn't directly impact the people he cared about. he spends a moment idly imagining finding cesare and breaking all his fingers; it's a pleasant thought, but danny's a big boy and can handle himself. )
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What can I do for you, Daniel?
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( was it a day? it might have been longer. danny isn't sure how long he was in there. it felt like a space similar to the void, that line between reality and unreality. )
i know it ain't right of me to come asking for you to fix me up and taking advantage of your generosity, but i'd really appreciate it if you could help me out just this once.
( he's already built up a stack of favors for ianthe, and she's not a woman danny wants to be indebted to, as much as he likes her. he's not stupid. )
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( he's already up, twisting to consider the cabin's framework before deciding he can delay the work for an hour or so. )
Where are you now? ( not the maze, surely. not that it would change his answer, but it would add time to the endeavor ㅡ time he'd rather not waste. )
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So, about that story?
( there's got to be a few people that'd like this shot at danny johnson, of course, not including the rubeans, but it seems like it'd take a feat of extraordinary luck to get close enough to land a meaningful blow. john gaius knew how to pick his company. )
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it was cesare.
( as for the answer of how, )
before you say anything, i let him do it.
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( he doesn't need to watch the man with a knife to know that he'd probably milked that moment for all it was worth. )
Did you get what you wanted out of it?
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( the most unsubtle man in existence: cesare borgia. )
it was a decent opportunity for him to get all his big feelings out.
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Think he'll just let it go like that?
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( if it keeps him off murphy's back, besides, it's for a good cause. )
i suspect he'll find something else to distract him sooner versus later.
cw: violent thoughts
Here's hoping. God knows he's got a talent for making an ass of himself in public.
( it's the kind of thing that'd be a lot more amusing if it didn't directly impact the people he cared about. he spends a moment idly imagining finding cesare and breaking all his fingers; it's a pleasant thought, but danny's a big boy and can handle himself. )
He and Gilia aren't together anymore, at least.
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( he's just surprised it took so long. gilia was always more woman than he could handle: too much chewed off at once and you'll choke. he choked. )
don't mention this to murphy.
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( amused rather than judgemental. he likes jem, likes her ferocity. )
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( well, he also had the stab from cesare coming, probably. )
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( murphy had been a mess for a while. he can only imagine how jem had taken it. )
I can see you. ( which mean he'll pick up his pace, jogging toward where danny is resting, and drop into an easy crouch. )
All right, let's see what we're working with.