#danny x elliot 001

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@ofwrxth danny x elliot - bar

There's a brief silence between Elliot and Danny as they sit with their drinks. But, not an uncomfortable one. Those never existed between them in the first place, and this one isn't even due to the looming pile of shit that they both have to wade through in their lives. This one is because of Tate announcing his departure, hopping and shuffling his way in a painfully slow pace to the door. One trouser leg rolled above his knee, brandishing his infected wound, leaving Danny just watching his brother in a simple disbelief and prolonged silence as his fingers tap gently against his beer bottle. As soon as Tate is gone, Danny's eyes shift to Elliot and his head shakes subtly.

"I swear to fucking God." he mutters in exasperation. "That fucking leg is gonna fall off, El. And he's not listening to anybody about it." he would laugh if he didn't have to be in the next bed across from Tate, hearing his brother hiss in pain every time he turns over. "It's going fucking green, if you get up close enough. But don't, because it stinks." he says next, shifting around to give his drink his full attention. "Think we should just...grab him tonight and drag him to the hospital thing?"

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Danny, thanks to being on a constant cloud, only lets out a snicker as soon as Elliot starts stressing. Or continues to stress, a sheepish grin etching it's way onto the Anderson's face. "She was interested. Moms love me. It's a thing." he shrugs a little movement of a shoulder before he bursts out in laughter as Elliot shoves him. Of course the shove is returned to his friend's arm, and Danny can barely take the moment seriously as Elliot rattles off the endless list. "Damn." is the only bit of sympathy in his tone as he snickers again. "Bet you kinda wish you didn't bust a nut inside, huh?" he claims, just as two more mothers round the aisle corner with strollers and then double back around to try another upon hearing the conversation. But he can see the stress on Elliot's face, when isn't it there? and Danny lets out a sigh, waving a lazy hand. "Okay, chill, man! I'm fuckin' payin' attention but you gotta translate that shit. I don't get it." he hands back the list, although not quite entirely, somewhat throwing it so it floats towards Elliot. And as the breast feeding area is mentioned, Danny shoots his friend a judgmental look. "That's fuckin' creepy, man. What the hell's wrong with you? Disrespectful as fuck."

"Yeah it can if it means we ain't gonna be able to do all this shit." Elliot's already stressed as it is, and the thought of going home empty handed because Danny got them kicked out of the store for harassing mothers doesn't help. "Besides, she wasn't even interested. Looked like you were puttin' her to sleep," he says offhandedly, pushing the cart along as he tries to navigate the maze-like store. "Shut the fuck up, man," Elliot snaps, shoving Danny, "she ain't putting her pussy no where." He huffs before running a hand over his face. "Yeah, she did. Gave me that look when I said I could do it." He imitates Isla's wide-eyed gaze that makes him feel like he's just kicked a puppy. Which he guesses is the point. "So I let her do it and now we gotta get diepars, a rockqueen silla" said phonetically, "pillow. And another crib thing 'cause apparently when you buy a crib, it don't come ready, you gotta get cushions and mattress shit. And a bunch of other stuff." Elliot exhales. "And I ain't gonna be haulin' all this shit back durin' rush hour. So let's go. If you help, we'll even walk by the breast feedin' area." He offers his friend as compensation for his assistance.

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@ofwrxth danny x elliot - infirmary nov 14th

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Danny blinks, staring up to a sterile ceiling as he lays rigid in the bed. The previous few days have been the first time he's slept somewhere that wasn't a solid floor. For months he has spent nights propped up with one eye open and even now, it's hard for him to let himself rest. Seeing the rest of the Cross pack again is cause for elation and among them, his rake of a brother that he was certain hadn't made it. Even if he has to wait for the deep gashes in his arm and side to heal, Danny finds a smirk on his lips that hasn't appeared for far too long.

He hears the door rattle open and then close with a thud, and he doesn't even need to look to know it's Elliot. Already, Danny is laughing to himself. "She better not be with you, man." he goads, obviously only meaning one person that he'd be mortified if she saw him in this state. Danny shifts to sit up, scrunching his nose at the wince of pain but otherwise ignoring it. "The nurse...or whatever she is. She's hot so I'm livin' my best life, El. Don't need to keep checking on me."

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+ DANNY / BABY STORE

"Danny!" Elliot hisses, grabbing his best friend by the sleeve and tugging him down an aisle of clothes for little humans. "I swear to God, you're gonna get us kicked out before I can get the shit on this list," he waves the paper with Isla's neat handwriting in the other wolf's face. "I knew I shouldn't've brought you." His lament isn't entirely heartfelt, considering that with Danny by his side, Elliot felt less stupid about these things. "I mean it, if I can't get this shit, Ima tell Isla it was your fault. You know what that means." A dramatic pause. "No empanadas for you. You saw what that did to Hunt when he pissed her off. We was all eatin' them and he got a bowl of rice 'n' beans. Do you want that to be you?" Elliot warns, waving the list again. @rviner

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Danny liked to think he was ready for most things but after all the years of knowing Hunter, the middle Cross brother was always unpredictable. It wasn't their first fight either, it somewhat normal for the two of them to lock heads and not back down. Despite this, there was no predicting a fucking head butt to the face. The sound of a sudden crack rendered Danny back to a loading screen, like someone just took a screenshot of his soul for a second. Danny wasn't sure if it was his nose or his entire skull, only able to focus on the splatter of blood and a splitting pain through his entire face. He groaned as he hit the ground, just another thing that would fucking hurt later. "Jesus fucking Christ, man." he seethed, clutching his face and checking the red pooling over his palms. He gagged then, leaning forward and choking on the iron taste made even worse by the dizziness. "Oh my God, I'm gonna fucking be sick."

Hunter was immune to yelling, to him Kat sounded like a screeching bird or an animal caught in a trap. The more rabid she got, the more he just wanted to put her out of her misery. Save everyone's ears. "You keep saying I wasn't doing enough but you won't say what the fuck you wanted, you dumb fucking bitch!" he yelled back, trying to swipe away Danny's approach so he could get to her. The Anderson's intervention wasn't going to work, too much had been said and Hunter's anger had reached the point where it had nowhere left to go. He couldn't ever hide it down like Elliot could, he refused to most importantly. He always felt better when he did something about it.

"Oh shut your god damn mouth, Danny." he bit harshly, thinking nobody needed to involve themselves. It could solve itself. It always did and now, enough had been said that he didn't care that his hand had been raised to deliver a swift backhand to Kat's face. He did feel guilty for two seconds, but everything else that followed suddenly justified it to him. Now, with her yelling and lunging he only regretted not doing it. Danny barking orders at him didn't help, and he never fought fairly. As soon as his friend turned to address Kat, Hunter grabbed him by the arm to pull him closer. In a fluid movement and sudden movement, he forced all his weight behind the clash of head into Danny's face. "How about you fuck off, Danny?" Hunter grabbed his shirt then so the Anderson didn't fall, not because he cared but so he could kick him away. "Go worry about your own shit, asshole."

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Danny laughs, even if he shouldn't, but he can see it all clearly, Tate's leg turning into a mangled zombie limb. His head is shaking as he thinks about it, imagining having to run for their lives but being stuck trying to carry Tate. "Fuck that shit. I ain't going near it. It's already lookin' like it's got herpes. He's gotta chop it off. Or get his damn boyfriend to do it." Danny grumbles about Kai momentarily, hands abandoning his beer to fetch a cigarette. He's sure the no smoking rules apply, but considering everything else seems to be fair game, Danny lights up right where they sit.

"I liked it." he comments simply, giving Elliot a quick grin as he grabs his beer again for a swig. "I mean, this is better obviously but the moonshine weren't so bad." he's laughing again, and he thinks Elliot will know exactly where he's going as his hand waves near his mouth. "Can't do that shit with this beer..." he snickers, recalling when they spit the moonshine with a lighter and watched the flames erupt. "Dragons." is the only context he provides as he laughs. Danny's elbow jabs out to Elliot's in the exact same moment, both of their bones colliding right on the point and making Danny hiss. "Asshole. You're a fuckin' asshole."

Elliot scoffs. "Jesus. I know he ain't ever been the smartest but what a fuckin' idiot." He gripes, taking a swig, "'cause that ain't what's gonna happen. It's gonna get all gray and useless before that shit falls out, and I ain't gonna be the one choppin' it off when it does. That's all you." He points to Danny before nodding in agreement about the plan. "He's probably got blood poisonin' too at this rate. Gonna be a useless sack of shit if it goes on longer." And for selfish reasons, Elliot can't let that happen. They all have to be ready to move when the time is right.

"I'd be happy with the flat shit too...better than that moonshine we got a few months back." Elliot laughs at the recollection, taking another swig, "pretty sure it was mostly gasoline." Tasted like fuel, and smelled like it too. He grins a bit and shrugs. "Probably 'cause it was too clean. Hunt prefers the ones that look like you can catch a std by touching the bar." Elliot cackles a bit at his brother's expense before glancing over his shoulder, in case said brother happened to walk in. "Probably 'cause he'd see you there and think they got it mixed up," he snickers, elbowing his best friend before finishing his drink and waving his hand for another. A luxury he hadn't realized he missed until just then.

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Danny laughs dryly, a sip taken from his beer and an obnoxious smacking of his lips following as he offers Elliot a shrug. "Just no big deal. Says his body's rejectin' that shit so it's probably gonna fall out by itself." he laughs again, because Tate will never be told anything even if the same can be said for every Anderson. Danny's gaze fixes to the bar door, where through the glass he can still see the faint figure of his brother shuffling along like an old man. "Yeah, tonight when he's sleepin'. He's passed out at like seven, feels like a God damn nursin' home in that room. Stinks like one too." Danny mumbles, bringing his focus back to Elliot at the weird comment.

"His leg don't taste wh-? The fuck?" he mishears for a moment until he sees the other wolf studying the beer, prompting him to glance to his own. "Yeah, good, right? I thought they was gonna serve us some of that flat shit." Danny starts nodding, and his head continues to bop as Elliot speaks again and the mention of Hunter is when the movement stops, Danny flopping back lazily but keeping himself steady on the barstool. "Urgh, Jesus. Man. Hunt says shit like that all the time. Remember when we went to that titty bar and he was like- somethin's fucky." There was a whole illegal gambling ring happening in the back but that's not fucky, it was simply coincidental. "He'd die, go to Heaven and look God in the face and say somethin' was fucky. I ain't listenin'." he hears himself, and waves a quick swish of his hand. "Probably would say it 'cause he ain't supposed to be there but that ain't my point."

Despite the strange feeling that's followed them since they arrived, one thing that feels completely ordinary is watching Tate hobble out of the bar like an idiot. Elliot snickers takes a swig of his beer, still in shock that it's actually beer and not moonshine or some other home-brewed concoction. "What's he say when you mention it?" Elliot asks, glancing at Danny, "that it ain't so bad or? Does he just think we're all fuckin' stupid?" Tate's struggles have never been a secret, and the fact that he's hobbling around in pain seems to prove it. "Yeah, let's do it. Ain't ever seen a one-legged wolf before but don't need his ass slowin' us down." He quips, setting his beer down and studying the bottle. "Don't even taste like it's gone off either."

They've come across some in the past, expired but drinkable. This stuff, though, seemed like something they could've gotten before, and Hunter's words come back to him. "Hunt's convinced something's fucky." He mumbles, eyes bouncing around the bar. He doesn't disagree, but he's also thinking of this town's resources for searches, and for providing Isla some comfort on the long journey they've already been on.

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"Shit, hey!" Danny's plucked away from the brunette, a vision that happens in slow motion like the claw coming down on the little aliens in Toy Story. He stays looking to her while Elliot pulls him backwards, giving her an apologetic glance but then a grin before he's whizzed down the next aisle. "Shut up, man. That was...fuck you!" he exclaims, gesturing wildly to wherever his hot milf is now. "Didn't know havin' a kid means you gotta be a fucking cockblock." he says sternly, giving Elliot a glare of daggers as he huffs. But Danny's attitude melts away at his friend's warning and his demeanor shifts instantly into the identical sulk he had since a kid and was scolded. A droop of shoulders, trying to be nonchalant but mumbling petulantly. "I don't care, man. I'll eat rice 'n' beans. Everythin' she cooks is good. Hunt said she puts her pussy in there so I don't care, whatever." he snatches the list, glancing over it almost as if any of it will make sense to him. "Diepars. What's that? Why's it got a lil...line above the...did Isla write this?"

+ DANNY / BABY STORE

"Danny!" Elliot hisses, grabbing his best friend by the sleeve and tugging him down an aisle of clothes for little humans. "I swear to God, you're gonna get us kicked out before I can get the shit on this list," he waves the paper with Isla's neat handwriting in the other wolf's face. "I knew I shouldn't've brought you." His lament isn't entirely heartfelt, considering that with Danny by his side, Elliot felt less stupid about these things. "I mean it, if I can't get this shit, Ima tell Isla it was your fault. You know what that means." A dramatic pause. "No empanadas for you. You saw what that did to Hunt when he pissed her off. We was all eatin' them and he got a bowl of rice 'n' beans. Do you want that to be you?" Elliot warns, waving the list again. @rviner

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Elliot snorts, "you think that but you don't really like moms. You like the idea of them and their tits. But once you see one yelling at her kids or passed out by 8pm 'cause they're tired...I bet you won't." Of course, that doesn't apply to Elliot who would never get tired of Isla and he waves a hand. "And don't try and twist that back on me. It's different when it's your own kid." He thinks before shaking his head. "I ain't ever said that. There's just a lotta do. That's all." Elliot lifts his shoulders before pointing at the list. "This is a rocking chair pillow. And then we gotta get –"and he rattles off a list, translating Isla's spanglish to English. "It ain't much actually. See – this is the rocking chair area already. Help me find the pillow with this tag." Isla had even included pictures, which Elliot points to now. "Well you're the one hittin' on moms when you're s'possed to be helping me!" He replies, waving a hand. "How am I gonna know where you draw the line?" Elliot says, already searching for the specific brand Isla requested.

Danny, thanks to being on a constant cloud, only lets out a snicker as soon as Elliot starts stressing. Or continues to stress, a sheepish grin etching it's way onto the Anderson's face. "She was interested. Moms love me. It's a thing." he shrugs a little movement of a shoulder before he bursts out in laughter as Elliot shoves him. Of course the shove is returned to his friend's arm, and Danny can barely take the moment seriously as Elliot rattles off the endless list. "Damn." is the only bit of sympathy in his tone as he snickers again. "Bet you kinda wish you didn't bust a nut inside, huh?" he claims, just as two more mothers round the aisle corner with strollers and then double back around to try another upon hearing the conversation. But he can see the stress on Elliot's face, when isn't it there? and Danny lets out a sigh, waving a lazy hand. "Okay, chill, man! I'm fuckin' payin' attention but you gotta translate that shit. I don't get it." he hands back the list, although not quite entirely, somewhat throwing it so it floats towards Elliot. And as the breast feeding area is mentioned, Danny shoots his friend a judgmental look. "That's fuckin' creepy, man. What the hell's wrong with you? Disrespectful as fuck."

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"Yeah it can if it means we ain't gonna be able to do all this shit." Elliot's already stressed as it is, and the thought of going home empty handed because Danny got them kicked out of the store for harassing mothers doesn't help. "Besides, she wasn't even interested. Looked like you were puttin' her to sleep," he says offhandedly, pushing the cart along as he tries to navigate the maze-like store. "Shut the fuck up, man," Elliot snaps, shoving Danny, "she ain't putting her pussy no where." He huffs before running a hand over his face. "Yeah, she did. Gave me that look when I said I could do it." He imitates Isla's wide-eyed gaze that makes him feel like he's just kicked a puppy. Which he guesses is the point. "So I let her do it and now we gotta get diepars, a rockqueen silla" said phonetically, "pillow. And another crib thing 'cause apparently when you buy a crib, it don't come ready, you gotta get cushions and mattress shit. And a bunch of other stuff." Elliot exhales. "And I ain't gonna be haulin' all this shit back durin' rush hour. So let's go. If you help, we'll even walk by the breast feedin' area." He offers his friend as compensation for his assistance.

"Shit, hey!" Danny's plucked away from the brunette, a vision that happens in slow motion like the claw coming down on the little aliens in Toy Story. He stays looking to her while Elliot pulls him backwards, giving her an apologetic glance but then a grin before he's whizzed down the next aisle. "Shut up, man. That was...fuck you!" he exclaims, gesturing wildly to wherever his hot milf is now. "Didn't know havin' a kid means you gotta be a fucking cockblock." he says sternly, giving Elliot a glare of daggers as he huffs. But Danny's attitude melts away at his friend's warning and his demeanor shifts instantly into the identical sulk he had since a kid and was scolded. A droop of shoulders, trying to be nonchalant but mumbling petulantly. "I don't care, man. I'll eat rice 'n' beans. Everythin' she cooks is good. Hunt said she puts her pussy in there so I don't care, whatever." he snatches the list, glancing over it almost as if any of it will make sense to him. "Diepars. What's that? Why's it got a lil...line above the...did Isla write this?"

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Things may not be moving as fast as anyone would like, but Danny's arrival marks a change in Elliot's demeanor. His best friend being found safe has an added pep in Elliot's step as he makes his way to the infirmary wing in Town Hall. "Nah, she's with Kat," Elliot reassures Danny with a snort, "though she wants to check on you too. Y'know this might be the only time you got a free pass to her cookin' too." He says, setting the bag of food down on the bedside table. There are several other beds in the room, but they're either empty or their occupants are sleeping.

"Silver heals like a bitch, don't it?" Especially silver tipped in wolfsbane, slowing their natural healing cycle down with poison. "Know how long you'll be?" He pulls up a chair beside Danny's bed and glances at his friend's bandages, before looking for the nurse in question. "So you're saying you're milking this for all its worth?" he deadpans in turn, though not without cracking a small smile.

@ofwrxth danny x elliot - infirmary nov 14th

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Danny blinks, staring up to a sterile ceiling as he lays rigid in the bed. The previous few days have been the first time he's slept somewhere that wasn't a solid floor. For months he has spent nights propped up with one eye open and even now, it's hard for him to let himself rest. Seeing the rest of the Cross pack again is cause for elation and among them, his rake of a brother that he was certain hadn't made it. Even if he has to wait for the deep gashes in his arm and side to heal, Danny finds a smirk on his lips that hasn't appeared for far too long.

He hears the door rattle open and then close with a thud, and he doesn't even need to look to know it's Elliot. Already, Danny is laughing to himself. "She better not be with you, man." he goads, obviously only meaning one person that he'd be mortified if she saw him in this state. Danny shifts to sit up, scrunching his nose at the wince of pain but otherwise ignoring it. "The nurse...or whatever she is. She's hot so I'm livin' my best life, El. Don't need to keep checking on me."