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[i]WHAM![/i] Danny woke up with a thud. He was dazed, confused, on his floor, and tangled up in his blankets. The first thing Danny did was to take a few dazed and frantic swipes at the air reflexively, as if anticipating an attack. Once he calmed down, it was apparent that he was not woken up to defend against an attacker, he had just fallen out of his race car bed. This happened most mornings, due to the fact that they didn't really make race car beds for adults, so Danny's bed was considerably smaller than what was convenient. Despite it happening so often, Danny was always just as surprised.

He struggles for an embarrassing amount of time with the covers, until finally getting untangled from them. Danny tosses them back onto his bed, now having nothing but a pair of purple boxer shorts to cover him up, Danny begins getting dressed. Faded blue jeans, white shirt, and Hawaiian print over top. Danny takes a deep inhale to ensure his Hawaiian shirt was one of the clean ones. It smelled like air freshener, which meant it was [i]probably[/i] clean.

Making his way downstairs, Danny was greeted by the sound of Mystery Science Theater 3000 playing on his family's incredibly small Television, and the deafeningly loud shout-laugh of his father, Dougie Brando. Danny's mother was nowhere to be seen, likely working the morning shift at one of her several jobs. Like a moth to a flame, Danny was drawn to the TV screen. [color=8dc73f][b]"Which episode's this?"[/b][/color] He asked while popping a squat less than two feet away from the screen. [color=fff79a][b]"It don't matter what episode this is, you gotta get ready for school, you know, that thing your mother and I are paying for, that thing you keep skipping."[/b][/color] Danny shifted his attention away from the TV and towards his father, just in time to notice the brilliantly blonde and broom-like mustache on his upper lip twitch to the left.

Dougie's mustache was his tell, weird as it was. Danny had learned to read his mood based on how twitchy his mustache was. Currently it seemed like he was in a pretty fine mood. This meant Danny could probably try and weasel something outta him. [color=8dc73f][b]"Bummer. Fine, I'm gettin' ready."[/b][/color] Danny trudged into the kitchen to prepare a bowl of cereal. It ended up being half cereal dust, half actual cereal. Danny didn't particularly mind. For a while, the two Brandos sat in silence, only the sound of the television, and the crunching of cereal to accompany them. Danny decided to break the silence [color=8dc73f][b]"Can I take the car today?"[/b][/color] There was a few seconds pause before a response was given. [color=fff79a][b]"What? Why d'you need the car? We live near the subway, you walk there every day."[/b][/color]

[color=8dc73f][b]"I like driving the car. It's a nice car."[/b][/color] Dougie let out an immediate grumble, followed by two mustache twitches. [color=fff79a][b]"I [i]know[/i] it's a nice car, I'm the one who works on that car!"[/b][/color] Danny makes his way over to the sink to run some water in his now empty bowl. [b][color=8dc73f]"Then you're welcome for the compliment. I don't see why you're taking this so [i]negatively.[/i][/color][/b] Dougie muted the television. [color=fff79a][b]"You aren't complimenting me, you're trying to butter me up so you can drive the car!"[/b][/color] 

[color=8dc73f][b]"Well, can I?"[/b][/color]

[b][color=fff79a]"No! That car is like a child to me, I don't want you breaking it."[/color][/b]

[color=8dc73f][b]"[i]Like[/i] a child to you? I am a child to you!"[/b][/color]

[b][color=fff79a]"Yeah? Well the car doesn't sell lighters to middle schoolers!"[/color][/b]

[color=8dc73f][b]"Alright fine! I won't take the car."[/b][/color] Danny couldn't really argue that point without falling into a rabbit hole of bad behavior. Another victory in his dad's corner, damn. He tries not to think of his defeat while grabbing his backpack, and slipping on his sandals. Danny was halfway out the door when he heard his dad call out. [b][color=fff79a]"Stay safe."[/color][/b] He leans back into the house to check if his dad was facing him. Confirming that he was not, Danny makes a face at him before heading out for real.

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The walk, followed by ride to school were both uneventful. Homeroom was similarly uneventful, but also incredibly boring, as homeroom tended to be. Danny found his feet tapping against the ground in impatience as the teacher spoke at the slowest possible pace. Eventually, the topic of the field trip was brought up. Somehow the school thought a good way to keep their students happy and not bored, was to take them to a damn museum. It was dumbfounding, but also slightly better than not going anywhere. Danny unzips his backpack, and takes out the permission slip signed by his mother. There was a bit of a kerfuffle when he handed it over, as Danny had faked several permission slips in the past. But when the teacher saw it was his mother's signature, he knew it was legit. Danny's sloppy handwriting could be mistaken for his father's, but his mother? Not so much.

The bus ride was over quickly. Danny tended to just zone out in vehicles, and this time was no different. He secured himself a window seat and just stared out of it blankly the entire way there. Not realizing that the person sitting next to him had fallen asleep, and drooled on his shoulder. Leaving a wet mark on his shirt that remained as they headed into the museum. After everyone lined up and sounded off, as if they weren't borderline adults capable of fending for themselves, the students were given their leave to wander off wherever. 

While most scattered off to aimlessly trudge through various exhibits, Danny moved with purpose straight towards the gift shop. He had seen a t-shirt of a dinosaur with sunglasses that completely entranced him, and using the money he got from selling middle school kids a bunch of lighters, he could probably afford it. Besides, what else was he gonna do? Look at how people cooked mac n' cheese in the 1800s- actually, that sounded pretty interesting to him. But it could wait until after he bought the sweet shirt.