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[haolehothead]

He should have listened to the dog

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[newkindofcop]

Eventually, Steve has to face facts and come to grips with the reality of his situation. Granted, his current wardrobe isn't really built for the colder weather, so if anything, he supposes he can look at this as the island having his best interests in mind, but if he has to catch Danny eyeing him one more time, he may be tempted just to take a match to the entire armoire. He settles for wearing much of what he normally would, albeit a few changes, and in the end, dons a simple shirt and trousers before shrugging on the dark jacket he's come to favor every time he goes outdoors

[haolehothead]

Danny crosses his arms over his chest -- over the waistcoat and the fine linen shirt and the long coat he's wearing as he's taken advantage of the weather to look his absolute finest. "Zulu!" he shouts after the dog. "Come on, I'm not making out with a cat, so get your puppy behind back--"

He trails off when he sees Steve up the street and lets out a sigh of relief, eyes skimming over his body. "Well, you're not the dog."

[newkindofcop]

"Not the dog, but the dog led me here," Steve points out, nodding sideways to the animal in question, who parks his rear on the sidewalk, tail wagging excitedly, and glances between the two of them with a soft yip.

"So, what's up? You stuck?" he asks, even though he's seen the mistletoe on approach, squaring his shoulders a little to try and keep the warmth from escaping the opening of his jacket.

[haolehothead]

Danny sighs when he watches Steve's actions. "What are you -- look at you, what is so wrong with wearing the clothes that you're actually meant to wear, huh? Is this a Navy thing? Is this some SEAL drill that you underwent at Annapolis and now you want to re-enact. No one's going to care if you wear more clothes, Steven," Danny says, as if the greater issue isn't that he's stuck under the mistletoe.

He tries to kick a toe forward, but nothing happens. "I'm ah, I'm stuck, yeah."