Danny was used to rough situations and settings. This world was still new to him but he was helping out and comfortable with the lack of technology. He was less comfortable with the fact that he had shit to do in New York and he was here but he tried his best to exercise patience... try was the operative word. If not for Claire, he probably would have lost his mind by now.
He was shirtless, the black tattoo of a dragon marking his chest despite the fact that his connection with Shao-Lao had been severed upon his arrival. He was carrying a large stack of wood over to the inn when the mist clouded his vision.
"Fuck." He muttered into the air as he slowed his steps. Another voice caught his attention and he turned towards its source. At first it was only a shadow of a figure and then it turned into a man. "Hey."
Danny had heard what Vergil said but it hadn't made a lot of sense. "You okay?" He didn't seem okay. In fact, neither did Danny but Danny didn't make a habit of lying to other people. He only lied to himself.
2 - Liar liar, pants on fire
He was shirtless, the black tattoo of a dragon marking his chest despite the fact that his connection with Shao-Lao had been severed upon his arrival. He was carrying a large stack of wood over to the inn when the mist clouded his vision.
"Fuck." He muttered into the air as he slowed his steps. Another voice caught his attention and he turned towards its source. At first it was only a shadow of a figure and then it turned into a man. "Hey."
Danny had heard what Vergil said but it hadn't made a lot of sense. "You okay?" He didn't seem okay. In fact, neither did Danny but Danny didn't make a habit of lying to other people. He only lied to himself.