[ In Progress ] Double Bubble, Toil and Trouble

[moralsintact]

Who: D [ moralsintact ], Danny [ totallynotaspaz ], with appearances of Lefty and swearing parrots
Where: D and Danny's room
When: Wednesday, February 3rd
Summary: D is busy attempting to make uh...blood capsules. Yeah. And in walks Danny to see the morbid science take place!
Warnings: ...8D;; Child conditioning Lefty being a pervert ;~;, self-inflicted violence (I swear,

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[totallynotaspaz]

School. It was tedious, it was boring, and it was certainly a place Danny didn't want to be. But, he figured, it was better than doing nothing all day, everyday. And what would happen when he went back to Amity Park? He wasn't going to go back and repeat high school.

Still...just because Danny voluntarily went to school didn't mean he really enjoyed it. Exhausted from a day of waiting for his brain to go numb and shrivel up, he opened the door to his room and threw his bag on the bed. It was then that he noticed D was in the room too, and suddenly he seemed a lot less exhausted.

He approached his roommate, and the collection of strange items in front of him. "So...what's all this supposed to be?"

[moralsintact]

"Cookin', kid!" Lefty spoke from D's waist. The dhampir was surveying the objects in front of him before finally reaching out,grasping the honey. "Makin' somethin' delicious for a certain bea-YOO-tee-ful~ blond on the island!"

"Quiet," D stated sharply, measuring out the honey. A quarter of a cup. His lavender eyes looked back at his young roommate, his tone growing more gentle as the sight of the blue-eyed boy. "Don't listen to him, Danny."

Danny. That name always struck a chord somewhere in D, but... he wasn't sure why, yet. Perhaps it would just be another thing he'd remember, eventually.

"How was school?"

[totallynotaspaz]

Danny couldn't help but shudder when D's hand started talking. It always really creeped him out, so he settled for ignoring the hand whenever he/it/whatever started talking.

"It was okay. 'Bout the same as usual," he answered somewhat absentmindedly, a lot more interested in D's vast array of instruments. He leaned to get a closer look and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What do you need foil and honey and...a syringe for?"

/goes add warnings now :|

[moralsintact]

"You'll understand when yer older~" Left Hand spoke in a wistful tone as D closed the bear bottle of honey. He spared a glance at the measuring cup, deciding it was enough before he started undoing the laces on his black leather gauntlet. He closed his left hand in a fist while he took it off, but Lefty's voice could still be heard, though it was a bit muffled. "You're still prepubescent, yeah~?"

Oh god. D shook his head, setting the gauntlet down.

"I'm making something." He reached to the belt at his side, pulling out a small silver dagger. "Look away if you're easily subjective to seeing blood."

With that, he cut into his flesh, a deep, fine line. D slid it up his arm, the deep red liquid poling up on his moon-pale skin.