I'm leaving.

And now you know I'm not dead so.

Yeah.

Summary: Danny is fucked up. Good summary, right? ;)
Note: This fic is necessary to write.

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So I know shit's fucked up at the moment and scary shit and people are disappearing, but I know you're still here. I was checking.

It's Jessi's birthday on Wednesday. I need to get her something. Something good. And you're good with buyin stuff.

So I don't know if it could distract you or shit. Or if you don't want to right now, I get it. Not like birthdays are the most important thing. I just wanna get her something special.

But I'd seriously owe you. Again.

I have to wear a tie.

The Prompt: Write a letter to your younger self.

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So uh








Can I ask you for some advice?

You asked at the coffee store if the first thing I noticed about you was that you needed to be taken care of.

It wasn't.

The first thing I noticed about you was that you had a lot of fucking courage.

Just figured I should correct you.

Dear Conrad residents and visitors and frequenters of roofs,

Sorry about the naked bird-thing on the roof of the hotel. He's a friendly whatever. The coat he's wearing is mine. I gave it to him so don't take it or I'll find you and beat you.

Jesus flew him up there.

His name is The Emperor.

No fucking clue what to do with him. If you have ideas, share. Zoo won't work, cause then the scientists will get a hold of his non-species-existing ass. Since he gave all his feathers to me, the pricks from all those needles will show, and he's real sensitive about his looks.

Oh-so-sincerely,

Danny