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Danny Castellano dislikes a lot of things. Philosophical graffiti. Flyers written in the second person. Videos of kittens. That photo of Sting playing the lute while his wife does yoga. Contrary to popular belief, however, it does actually take much more for him to actively dislike a human being. Wearing a Mellencamp t-shirt to a Springsteen show, for example, will get you on his list. Not adhering to proper laundry room etiquette, that'll put you right up there too. Treating those he cares about badly? Sure, write your own name at the top.

Being a Mormon? The jury's still out.

"Oh, come on, I said Dan," he gripes, taking his first look at the so-called name scrawled along the side of his takeaway coffee cup. The word MAN peeks out between his fingertips. "How hard is that to get right?" He grabs a hold of the carriage's pole to steady himself as the train rattles past a station. "This could be anybody's."

He might not actively dislike Kevin but he's definitely avoiding eye contact. After Kate's wedding and the almost-plague of locusts, Danny's being extra respectful of God these days.

It's not doing him much good this morning though. When he takes a sip of his drink, it's strawberry frappuccino that assaults his taste buds and the 6'4'' gentleman he's currently pressed up against really doesn't appreciate the way Danny spits it out over him.

"Sir," he holds up his hands, trying not to gag as the guy looms closer. "I apologize. I apologize, that was rude of me. I should have asked first."

Date: 2014-11-07 06:43 pm (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (The most amazing book)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
Kevin's eyes widen when it happens, and gasps can be heard coming from those in the immediate vicinity. His expression shifts into one that's more perplexed than shocked when Danny apologizes, though. Did he really think asking for permission would have made spitting on the other man okay?

He ponders this for a moment as the man advances forward, snapping to as he remembers something and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a clean, neatly folded handkerchief, Kevin excuses himself as he squeezes by a few people. He offers the large, understandably unhappy looking stranger the handkerchief along with a thousand-watt smile that has only a slight tinge of unease to it.

"It's clean," he assures him, using his free hand to grab onto the rail above.

Date: 2014-11-07 11:32 pm (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Our haircuts are precise)
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"It's okay. I can always get another one," Kevin says, politely waving the drink off. If it was bad enough to do a spit take over then he wants no part of it. Besides that, he doesn't want to be holding any evidence if the large man decides to come back. "You, on the other hand, can't buy a new face. Well, yeah, I guess you can, but... you know what I mean."

Date: 2014-11-08 12:53 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (We shouldn't think that far ahead)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"Oh, it's pink alright." It had been hard to miss the color while it was dripping off of that guy's shirt. "The color doesn't make it more appealing after I saw someone wearing it. Kind of how like you didn't want the coffee my nose had been in. Thanks, though."

Date: 2014-11-08 02:24 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Complete doubt that God exists)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"You mean they stole it?" The was Danny said it made it sound like it was an honest mistake, but that doesn't seem like the case.

"Well, I still owe you one, then. Are you sure you're allowed to have coffee? It seems to me like someone is trying to tell you something." First Kevin accidentally took his coffee, then his gift card gets stolen and, now, with the mix up of his most recent purchase that could have resulted in a physical altercation...

Hopefully, the cafe didn't get robbed at gun point whenever they got around to Kevin making good on his offer.

Date: 2014-11-09 12:03 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (God loves Mormons)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"Not today, He doesn't," Kevin says. Maybe it's a low blow, but Danny doesn't have to brag about the fact that he's not committing a sin every time he takes a sip of a hot beverage. That was just rude.

Date: 2014-11-09 02:15 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Help heal the world)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
The only thing that hurts more than the dig is knowing that Danny's not wrong.

Ever since his last day at the training facility, Kevin felt like there had been some horrible mix up, like he'd somehow accidentally wound up stumbling down a path that was meant for someone else entirely. Someone who hadn't worked nearly as hard as he had, and who was probably reaping all of the rewards that were meant for him.

Since arriving in Darrow, though, it finally felt like things were shifting back in his favor, like the universe was righting itself. But it's still hard to look past the fact that things had gotten so screwed up in the first place. And Heavenly Father had allowed it to happen.

Kevin's pulled out of his thoughts when the train pulls into the next stop, doors opening to allow passengers off and a new batch on.

Date: 2014-11-09 04:25 pm (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Ate a donut with a maple glaze)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
Wide-eyed, Kevin's gaze darts around the interior of the carriage before stopping on the spilled drink at Danny's feet.

Oh my gosh...

He has no idea what's happening, but what he does know is that whatever it was kicked off right when he was in the midst of thinking negatively towards and doubting God.

Oh my gosh!, he repeats it over and over in his head. What did a heart attack feel like? He's almost certain that he's having one.

"Wha--what just happened?!" Kevin asks, his voice small. Was he dreaming again? Despite the train car being completely empty and there being an abundance of space now due to the lack of bodies jammed against one another, Kevin decides to move closer to Danny than he'd been forced to be earlier. He doesn't care that he's standing in the puddle of coffee with him, he just hopes he doesn't vanish with everyone else and leave him alone.

Date: 2014-11-09 09:17 pm (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Satan has ahold of France)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
Kevin's jaw drops, brow knitting as he snaps his attention from the window back to Danny. "Why did you just say that?! It's the reckoning... I know it. Oh, man, I'm going to h-e-double-hockey-sticks."

He drops down into the nearest seat, more or less ready for Satan to come and drag him down to the depths, all the color draining from his face. He brings his hands up to cover his ears, because he really doesn't want to hear that voice again. And that laugh... He still hears it in his sleep sometimes.

Date: 2014-11-09 11:10 pm (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (I can't believe Jesus called me a dick!)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"Ow," Kevin says, rubbing at his shoulder dramatically, as if Danny had just managed to dislocate it.

"Thanks, I feel better now." The sarcasm is clear in his tone and he just barely refrains from rolling his eyes. "Maybe you think that's where you're headed, but you could be wrong. You don't know."

Date: 2014-11-10 12:38 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Did he just break down and cry?)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"Maybe that's not enough. Maybe it's never enough," Kevin laments, shaking his head.

And now they were going to die on a train car.

"Do you think it's just the train... or the whole city?" he asks. "We can't be the only two here, right?"

Date: 2014-11-10 01:01 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (I'll text you later)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"Okay, okay!" Kevin says. Shrugging his backpack off his shoulders and swinging it around onto his lap, he feels around inside, pulling out his phone and handing it off to Danny.

He thinks people who say please are a lot more likely to get into Heaven.

Date: 2014-11-10 02:43 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (Soon life won't be so shitty)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
Slinging the bag back onto his shoulders, Kevin watches Danny for a moment before pushing himself to his feet again. He makes his way to the door that leads to the next car, peeking through the window to find that one empty as well.

"Maybe we should check all the other cars. You head forward, I'll head back and we'll come back here." It would have been more productive than throwing phones at doors, anyway.

Date: 2014-11-10 03:48 am (UTC)
latterdaysaint: (It was selfish of me)
From: [personal profile] latterdaysaint
"I would," Kevin says. He's not entirely sold on the idea that he shouldn't have just let that man deck Danny before he vanished into oblivion. "And I'd do it without making you sound like a burden."

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