Yeah. That only makes it that much more impossible. Not smiling.
Grabbing the triangle and dragging it toward the center-top, placed exactly on the faded dot there. He snorted at Danny's sharp, belligerent order slash denial of that being anything. When his cheeks might hurt, even when he's sarcastically adding to Danny. "Grab me the tallest cue you can find."
This night is totally going to be worth it. Already is.
Even a game with a stick that definitely won't be long enough and will inhibit a perfect game, not that it'll stop him from being good, because of his height and reach. When he usually cares and half the time avoids it without his own because of it. But even that is the smallest of inconsequentials in comparison to the show Danny is putting on over there.
When he's rounding the table checking a second pocket, before catching a hand on the bumper and leaning over to check the side of the table. Not even considering, smirk still hanging on his mouth like its been burned into his muscles. Brightening up his eyes terribly, when he pulls back up. "Hey, it needs three quarters."
Obviously this is Danny's job, too. If nothing else than to continue to snap about.
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Date: 2012-11-26 07:22 pm (UTC)Grabbing the triangle and dragging it toward the center-top, placed exactly on the faded dot there. He snorted at Danny's sharp, belligerent order slash denial of that being anything. When his cheeks might hurt, even when he's sarcastically adding to Danny. "Grab me the tallest cue you can find."
This night is totally going to be worth it. Already is.
Even a game with a stick that definitely won't be long enough and will inhibit a perfect game, not that it'll stop him from being good, because of his height and reach. When he usually cares and half the time avoids it without his own because of it. But even that is the smallest of inconsequentials in comparison to the show Danny is putting on over there.
When he's rounding the table checking a second pocket, before catching a hand on the bumper and leaning over to check the side of the table. Not even considering, smirk still hanging on his mouth like its been burned into his muscles. Brightening up his eyes terribly, when he pulls back up. "Hey, it needs three quarters."
Obviously this is Danny's job, too. If nothing else than to continue to snap about.