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They're laughing. He bore his soul to Victor and they're laughing. 

The other boy at least felt the need to clarify that he wasn't laughing [i]at[/i] Danny, but presumably at what he said, and he supposed it was probably incoherent enough to be funny. He'd just have to take Victor at his word and hope Imogen was barely suppressing a giggle for the same reason. His mouth floundered open a few times as he mustered a defense, but the duo - and Maive - had already vacated the island before he had a chance to get his thoughts in order. Probably for the best, lest he say something to further embarrass himself. The adrenaline dump he felt coming on certainly wasn't doing his brain any good anyway.

Daniel followed close behind, tentatively deciding escape was more pressing than defending his reputation. He dipped a foot experimentally into the spring and, as it never seemed to touch the sand at the bottom, continued until his entire body had slipped past the veil between worlds. No weird vision or dream of flying accompanied the return trip, and instead he found himself seated on a toilet in a cramped little stall with a suspicious lack of dicks drawn all over it.

The spring really did lead to the toilets. Gross.

A relieved sigh escaped his mouth and, although his body urged him to stay seated and rest, the remaining higher reasoning centers of his brain convinced him that being found asleep on the shitter in the morning probably wouldn't be a good look for him. Unfortunately, said higher reasoning centers seemed to be working on a slight delay, as when Danny exited the stall and found himself staring at Imogen, it took him far too long to notice anything amiss. No urinals. Girl standing there. 

[color=0099ff]"Oh fuck- Is this the girl's room?"[/color] He didn't wait for an answer, and instead dipped his head and power walked out the door. At least it wasn't occupied, Imogen aside. 

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