[center][h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/813757202661113906/Daniel_5.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=E948FC]Location:[/color][/b] Training Room B
[b][color=E948FC]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center]

The tension in Danni's shoulders grew tighter and tighter as more and more people entered his vicinity. Each person was another pair of eyes, each person another witness to how awful he felt and all he wanted to do was strip these rags off, scrub the skin off his bones, and wrapped himself back up again so he could feel like something other than the ugly piece of crap he was right now. Danni could admit he might be a teeny, tiny, itsy bit vain but your appearance was everything: people liked you when you were visually appealing. How much you talked, how loud you were, how often things blew up around you… just fell away when you were pretty enough to look at. It was like a get out of jail free card. 

But gross, ugly, and disgusting like this put Danni on edge. He could feel the heat fizzing up under his skin, and he wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing like it would help hold it in. His discomfort was growing and he was around a lot of people that were… not so fireproof. [color=E948FC] "Yeah, uh, you know, t'at's probably a bad idea, Beanie. T'ink I'll just go over myself since Poisson-Pas doesn't wanna just nifty fifty and jimmy me over t'ere. On an entirely unrelated and not at all worrisome note, I s'ould be alone. Like, right now and definitely not near any skin, hair, or flammable valuables! So yes, bye, t'ank you for comin' ta my TED talk, or well Beanie's TED talk, and yet, great ide-"[/color] Danni bolted, his tolerance for people right now in absolute shambles as he fought burning humiliation and frustration and anxiety…

At least, he hoped that's what that feeling was.