First he was worried Daniel has a thing for him, now he was offended that Daniel definitely didn't! He was going to get whiplash with the way he went. Daniel only gave a shrug. "Sorry," and he sounded anything but sorry. "You can't win over everyone."
Daniel winced before he could help it. Did Punchy have this aversion towards thinking before he spoke? It would explain a lot if he did! Punchy - and really, that was his name? His parents had a sense of humor or maybe a sixth sense. He doubted it. No parent was that cruel. Daniel didn't want to punch him. What he did want to do was give into the urge to bury his own face in his hands. He'd never met anyone before who took so long to get with the rest of the class. Jack would probably take that as a challenge, but then again, Daniel was pretty sure that at least with Jack, it was all an act.
His finger traced out on his palm: P.L.A.N.....
Daniel took a moment to tear off a strip from his own cape, wrapped around his arm, then pretended to bandage the other man's wrist, mostly so that he didn't start raising eyebrows at only holding his hand. He wrote, more quickly on his skin. P.E.A.C.E... S.I.T.D.O.W.N.
Daniel had to free his hand. He was out of time to write, but he wasn't so sure if Punchy would get where he was leading with the sit down idea. Daniel was finding you couldn't be too sure with him. He said, very slowly and heavily, hoping Punchy got it; "So let's not play Games if we can help it."
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Daniel winced before he could help it. Did Punchy have this aversion towards thinking before he spoke? It would explain a lot if he did! Punchy - and really, that was his name? His parents had a sense of humor or maybe a sixth sense. He doubted it. No parent was that cruel. Daniel didn't want to punch him. What he did want to do was give into the urge to bury his own face in his hands. He'd never met anyone before who took so long to get with the rest of the class. Jack would probably take that as a challenge, but then again, Daniel was pretty sure that at least with Jack, it was all an act.
His finger traced out on his palm: P.L.A.N.....
Daniel took a moment to tear off a strip from his own cape, wrapped around his arm, then pretended to bandage the other man's wrist, mostly so that he didn't start raising eyebrows at only holding his hand. He wrote, more quickly on his skin. P.E.A.C.E... S.I.T.D.O.W.N.
Daniel had to free his hand. He was out of time to write, but he wasn't so sure if Punchy would get where he was leading with the sit down idea. Daniel was finding you couldn't be too sure with him. He said, very slowly and heavily, hoping Punchy got it; "So let's not play Games if we can help it."