Perhaps her mind had been on the subject thanks to a very strange talk with her cousin about wooing the pour undead ghoul known as Olivia. Perhaps it was just a strange chain of occurrences. Either way, the moment she'd opened her eyes that morning, she'd had this very great idea, and had begun to exploit it.
Though in truth, the idea sprung from an idea she'd thought of earlier. Rather, not thought of, but dreamed of. It wasn't a bizarre occasion that she would have an odd dream here or there; it especially wasn't strange when one considered the number of dream altering demons she lived with. This dream had been a very particular dream though, one like she'd never experienced before. It had begun with frills and ended with frills.
Like most dreams, Danny found herself unable to remember the entirety of its contents. The thing she remembered most fiercely was an incredibly attraction to the dress she'd had. Black and orange, it was as stunning as Sally's must have been (or so Danny had imagined from the paintings occasionally pictured in her textbook). It had been oddly fluffy and frilly for the ghoul, but Danny had never found it hard to move around in. It was just ghouly, and there was something strangely likable about that to Danny, even though she didn't normally go for ghouly things.
The dress had been utterly useless in her quest though. For some odd reason, Gene had been tutting her about schoolwork (or something of the like) while her heart had been set in adventuring. Upon escaping, she'd met many new figures (all of which bore a strange resemblance to the uncanny faces she knew in her real life), none of which she could remember by the morning. There had been a dragon, and for some odd reason she remembered talking with Rikki in a suit of armor behind a rock. Danny was somewhat livid that she couldn't remember the reason for it, but she did note that Rikki looked good in a suit. It was probably all the chainmail. She told herself to remember it for later, in case a themed prom came up.
Dreams were fickle friends. Danny found herself stuttering to remember the rest. Only bits and pieces were important. Especially the bits that created the idea.
Her room was a mess. To say it wasn't usually a mess would be false, but today it was extra messy on top of being extra loud. She'd gathered supplies from every nook and cranny she could hope to find. Pencils, crayons, flowers, chocolates. She ended up eating the chocolate. The rest were still good!
Locked in her little tower, Danny spent the whole afternoon coloring, writing, drawing. She was supposed to be studying for a big human studies test the very next day, but it went completely ignored. Just like every other human studies test. Any test in general really. Some papers were thrown out. Some were torched. Not everything was a wonderful act of creation. Bits and pieces were destroyed, crumbled beneath her hand. That was beautiful too. Imperfections were part of perfection.
Midway through she stopped for a trip to the gym, then the food cart (to pick up more chocolate, which she ate through by the time she'd gotten to her room. She'd forgotten they were supposed to be for another person). It wasn't really a stop though, more like a pivot in the creative process.
By the time she showed up at Rikki's dorm, she was quite pleased with herself. It wasn't his birthday, it wasn't a special occassion. There was no Halloween holiday. Just a typical October day.
On many occasions, Danny had her arms filled with possessions. Sometimes she had video games to share, or magazines to give. Food, money, minipets, clothing; by this point Rikki's dorm had become her second home. She even kept a toothbrush over, even though she didn't brush her teeth. It just seemed like the right thing to do. The ritualistic donation of goods wasn't strange to see, but today she seemed a bit too excited about it.
The moment he welcomed her in, Danny shoved the flowers and the drawings into his hands, overly excited to show him what she'd done. It wasn't embarrassing or awkward, in fact, she was excited by the confession. It wasn't hard to say she loved him, but it was hard for her to show it. Danny wasn't good with the touchy feely, so this was probably the closest she'd get to romantic inclinations.
Romantic inclinations, like children's drawings of her dream's adventures, which she took careful detail to point out how she'd saved him and Gene had let him stay in their castle. Letters, but not really letters. They'd started out serious and turned into strange ripped up notes (as she'd eliminated parts she didn't like) about how cool he looked as a knight, how awesome it was that he was her boilfriend, how she liked the feeling of her fingers in his hair, how she sometimes liked being the bigger spoon but when he was it was nice too so that was okay with her either way.
It was strange, but Danny just really needed him to know at this exact moment that he was the one for her. She'd picked. She just wasn't very eloquent at saying it, so Rikki got strange gibberish drawings and notes that she excitedly pointed at with a "I seriously drew this one by myself!", hoping he would understand the message. No, she hadn't drawn it by herself, but Gene had helped and the fact that Danny had asked another person to help was just another facet of her appreciation. The end result was Danny desperately trying to convey something that she'd decided upon quite seriously, without knowing the correct way to say it.
It was a strange gift for a teenager to give. But it had been her idea, her colossally amazing project, and she hoped Rikki got the point. Even if they were really stupid cards essentially telling him he had a nice butt. Because that was her nice butt.
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