Becca & Lucas & Karl & Danielle
Danielle shrugged off the specifics of Becca's friends, whatever they were. All she knew was that the duck had been the cutest thing ever, with the possible exception of Becca herself. "Pretty amazing is right," she agreed with a grin.
Metro's display reminded Danielle of a movie she'd desperately wanted to work on a couple of years prior - soft pseudo-reboot of a superhero franchise, major tonal shift that had gone really well, pretty significant haircut early on. Unfortunately, they hadn't had much for a stunt performer of her build, complexion and, at the time, limited experience. But boy, had she liked watching it. "Ha, Lord of Thunder," she grinned, pointing to Metro's hands. "I would show my own tricks off, but I don't want to burn the building down, especially if it's in Daydreamer's brain."
Ah, but it wasn't just in her brain, as Becca soon revealed! "Huh." Dani blurted quietly. "In his tummy. Wow. Thank him for making it so hospitable down here, then. Or thank you for imagining his insides this way? However it works, this is really nice." Dani squeezed the sides of the bean bag chair, quite satisfied with her lazy posture.
And then Becca went all sweet again, and all Danielle could do was blush. "That's the dream," came a relatively quiet answer when Becca called them superheroes.
Anything else she might have wanted to say was totally overwhelmed by the latest anthropomorphic critter, who had Dani gaping happily with his widdle glasses and his tiny coffee and, of course, the wingtips.
"Titans sounds badass but..." A great deal of excited, meaningless pointing and smiling at the cat replaced words. "Look at the kitty! And his little pants! Are you Plidinous Vogue? Are we in your fluffy tum-tum?!"
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