The fact that the first words out of Kono’s mouth upon entering the house were, “Oh, fuck, you weren’t kidding!” doesn’t exactly lift Danny’s spirits.
Chin’s already crouching down next to the coconut pieces and examining them. Danny notes distantly that they are fucking glowing now, and he had no idea how me missed that, but whatever. It all seems pretty par for the course now.
“No, I was not fucking kidding.” Danny grumbles, tugging at his hair again.
Kono gives a quick shrug, apologetic with a hint of ‘can you blame me?’ woven in.
“So,” Chin says, “What exactly happened?”
Danny sighs heavily. “I don’t even know, honestly. It’s all smoke and pointing and then our, uh, little princess over there was out for the count.”
“Steve was cursed?” Kono asks. “Why would someone do that?”
“And why did they show up in a coconut?” Chin raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all very mysterious. The important thing here is that, we need to wake Sleeping Beauty over there up, and I am not crazy. Just tacking that on there.” Danny had been worried about that last point for a while, but now at least Chin and Kono have joined him on the afternoon express to crazy town, if nothing else.
Kono gnaws on her bottom lip for a second. “Well, have you tried anything to wake him up?”
“Have I tri—” Danny breaks off into a laugh. “No, I didn’t try to wake him up. Of course I tried to wake him up! He’s been slapped, splashed, and forced to sit through as much Springsteen as I had on my phone blasting into his ear at full volume. And none of it did shit. So, I’m out of ideas here.”
Chin and Kono exchange looks over Danny’s head, but he ignores them in favor of tightening his grip on Steve’s hand, which he doesn’t remember taking in the first place, but whatever. Today is just like that, he decides. Steve just goes on sleeping, letting out the odd snore here and there.
tale as old as all this island bullshit. or, why Danny feels his hatred of coconuts is justified 2/?
The fact that the first words out of Kono’s mouth upon entering the house were, “Oh, fuck, you weren’t kidding!” doesn’t exactly lift Danny’s spirits.
Chin’s already crouching down next to the coconut pieces and examining them. Danny notes distantly that they are fucking glowing now, and he had no idea how me missed that, but whatever. It all seems pretty par for the course now.
“No, I was not fucking kidding.” Danny grumbles, tugging at his hair again.
Kono gives a quick shrug, apologetic with a hint of ‘can you blame me?’ woven in.
“So,” Chin says, “What exactly happened?”
Danny sighs heavily. “I don’t even know, honestly. It’s all smoke and pointing and then our, uh, little princess over there was out for the count.”
“Steve was cursed?” Kono asks. “Why would someone do that?”
“And why did they show up in a coconut?” Chin raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all very mysterious. The important thing here is that, we need to wake Sleeping Beauty over there up, and I am not crazy. Just tacking that on there.” Danny had been worried about that last point for a while, but now at least Chin and Kono have joined him on the afternoon express to crazy town, if nothing else.
Kono gnaws on her bottom lip for a second. “Well, have you tried anything to wake him up?”
“Have I tri—” Danny breaks off into a laugh. “No, I didn’t try to wake him up. Of course I tried to wake him up! He’s been slapped, splashed, and forced to sit through as much Springsteen as I had on my phone blasting into his ear at full volume. And none of it did shit. So, I’m out of ideas here.”
Chin and Kono exchange looks over Danny’s head, but he ignores them in favor of tightening his grip on Steve’s hand, which he doesn’t remember taking in the first place, but whatever. Today is just like that, he decides. Steve just goes on sleeping, letting out the odd snore here and there.