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"Danny is..." Another pause from Kate. "Complicated. He's pretty to look at, though, and he is curious. I just wish he'd open up a bit more. Or, you know, would come around for those dancin' lessons."

"As for the mun behind Danny, he's a wonderful li'l guy with a love for cats. And if you haven't seen him, how he draws?? Entity's have less mysticism around them because this guy draws... with his thumb. Thumb on a screen. It boggles the mind, it does."

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At the nickname, the ears seemingly shoot up straight, an odd feature on the mask certainly… But oddly cute as well. "Oh.. Hello Sir." Taking in the man's attire as well as his voice, Jong-In's brows furrow as he tries to deduce who this was. The way he was speaking… It's confident, but his voice is familiar. Then again, several voices are familar. Looking at the man's masked visage, he attempts to discern any important details and smiles politely.

It is a good thing his own eyes are covered, they were admittedly.. dull. He may look like the bell of the ball, but his heart feels less so right now. Despite the festivities and his good nature, he can't shake of the recent events and it shows in his eyes most of all.

"Uhm… Just tired, that is all. Not nervous, but if you are nervous- I am guessing you are not used to crowds? I saw there are private rooms and a garden, the garden sounds nice. Maybe that could ease your nerves then?" Always the one to put someone else's needs before his own, how cute.

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[ask-the-boogeyman]

"Hey Myers." The man himself would feel arms wrap around his torso, a familiar weight pressed against his back as Danny rested his head on Michael with a hum. Maskless, in a simple hoodie, but still with the strong scent of cologne wafting off of him to show no uncertainty that it was the Ghostface himself. "Got you a little somethin', since it's the sweetheart's holiday today."

After a light squeeze he pulled back, nudging the Shape to turn around only to reveal... A cupcake. A little larger than the normal but not enough to be considered a cake in its own right. Pink frosting, red splotches littering the top as a cartoon heart seems to be bleeding out onto it. How appropriate. "It's even chocolate flavored. Happy Valentine's day."

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After the debacle of his blinding, the explanation of the blackout, and his own personal planning to ruin that Jake's entire existence... Danny and the older killer have managed to salvage what they have, albeit more slowly than desired. While he does not understand the Holiday, having received a card, as well as greetings here and there... Michael begins to think about what he could do. In all honesty, he is apprehensive to even try to show anything for this Holiday, but it will smooth the waves between them.

Having dug around his house, he managed to find a decent dress shirt, a watch, and a pair of loafers in one of the other houses. Not knowing what to choose, he dumps all three in a bag and sets it aside. He has no idea if any of the gifts work, are the right size, or are the right style. He's never done this before.

Eventually, he settles down and just as he goes to flutter his eyes close, he's greeted by arms wrapping around his waist and the smell of cheap cologne. It's something he's come to recognize with Danny and finds it to be a comfort. While the waves and oceans surrounding them may be rocky right now, the explanation and apologies did do something to mend their relationship. Gutting Jake for all to see will also work to mend things in due time.

Turning around, he looks at the cupcake and tilts his head, curious examining the colors and the scents. Without much hesitation, he lifts his mask to reveal his mouth, scarred lips opening as he takes a large bite, making a small hummed noise in the process. It's good, which gets a small smile slipping onto his features before he turns and grabs the bag before shoving it into the younger man's chest. The dress shirt is pink bordering a salmon color, and the loafers are brown with soft fluff on the inside. The watch is a leather watch, with a crack in it... But it still functions.

Happy Valentine's Day, Danny.

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With the other lifting his chin to stare into the mask, Jong-In's blue eyes stare into those black holes with surprise before fascination molds over the initial reaction. "Oh... Your mask is pretty." It's the first thing to tumble out of his mouth before the other man asks him what his name is. Another wipe at his eyes and he corrects himself properly. Well, sure he's masked up and wearing an outfit very unique but there's no reason to not compliment him.

"I'm Shin Jong-In, ah... And yes, I'm new here... I'm sorry for bumping into you, it feels like my eyes were filled with smoke, I couldn't see." The scent of ash and perhaps, if Danny is vigilant enough, the scent of burnt skin is somewhat present. His attire is that of an idol and his accent rings clearly of one from South Korea.

Despite this, he shows as much respect as he can as a dainty hand gently lifts up to lightly touched the gloved hand that is currently tilting his head up. "What's your name, if that is okay to ask for."

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There was only so much one man could take before he couldn't anymore. The end of the trial was a blessing in disguise, bringing Danny back to his home after a relentless spiral of death and running. The Game Warden was especially mercilessly today, and although Danny refused to plead for mercy he had hoped that his and Jake's connection would spare him from the worst of it. But the worst is what he got in return. He had failed the trial and his Entity was left starved and disappointed.

Somewhere along the resurrection process Danny didn't wake up. He stayed in his comatose state with only the burning memory of hatred and anguish fueling him, the need for retaliation taking over his consciousness. He was tired. Tired and vulnerable and this took advantage of it. And so Daniel Johnson slipped back as something darker took the reigns. The revival process brought him home directly for once, appearing on the ground in his living room as almost immediately it tried to force itself on his feet. The mask it wore fell to the ground with a soft thunk, ignored as it felt for the knife sheathed by his side. The familiar weight of it brought it to a walk as he stumbled forwards on awkward footing.

Where a face would usually lay was instead obscured heavily by dark smoke and fog, angrily bellowing out from beneath his ensemble as he reached the small area between both the stairs, kitchen, front door and living room. The Ghostface was about to head out to destroy the subject of its ire when a soft noise drew its attention to the kitchen. A meow. The nameless black cat he's had for so long blinked at him slowly, in the middle of being pet by a man Danny knew well.

Michael Myers.

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Trials were something that the Shape found to be easy, like sheep to the slaughter, they all panicked about and flailed on the hooks until their inevitable demise. Blood flows constantly in his trials, staining the ground with their AGONY, a sight all too common when the Boogeyman is the killer. Coming from the trials, freshly coated, the larger, older killer finds himself in desire of company, particularly of a furred variety. Knowing full well that Danny owned a cat, which would give him a chance to scratch this itch in his skull, the desire to have some form of normalcy won over the desire for solitude or malice.

Approaching the home and abode of his... What are they exactly? It's something that has been on his mind, quite frequently. Frank, the persistent bastard of a man had delved him into this world of comfort, as well as many other things... And Danny, specifically, showed him what aftercare was... What a soft touch is and how it can be pleasant. It's something he now CRAVES, which is something Michael never thought would be a possibility.

He thought it was impossible for him to FEEL anything but the rage and spite that dripped from his venomous core, and yet... He felt things, muddled, certainly, but they were there. He isn't sure what they ARE, but it's enough to crave more, and wants that active company. A label doesn't feel fitting but it also does feel needed, for clarification on what they are to one another. That is what people do, don't they?

The thoughts muddle and fizzle to white static but the time he arrives and enters the house. It was quiet, which brings the assumption that Danny must be in his own trials which offers time for him to rummage about and indulge the cats with attention. So that's what Michael does, scooping up the feeling once he finds him in the kitchen. No name was tagged for this feline but Michael often had his own nicknames for things, even if never shared. To him, the cat is named Shadow, it's simple, it fits the cat, and he finds it to help him remember the cat better.

In the middle of petting the cat, footsteps are heard which bring Michael's attention to... Danny? A head tilt is offered as he rights himself, standing up straight while looking at the other. His mask is off, expected, considering the possibility of being done with trials, but something feels off. His posture is slouched and awkward, was he exhausted? The larger killer examines the subtle tells, as well as the shadows covering the man's face, and brings nothing to mind other than a rough trial day.

Looking towards the fridge, he goes to open it and then, pulls out the food to set it out for Danny instead, looking to the plate and then to the other killer for he understands.

For once, Michael isn't able to tell something is off immediately... How fun.

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There is no hesitation as he practically barrels after Jake. Now, from a distance his mask looks stark white but as he gets closer? One should note that he is not the typical young Michael Myers. The Shape bore bullet wounds, burn marks, and his mask was in a charred state of disrepair. As he keeps up his pace, he watches the man bolt toward the trees but he does not care.

He is not going to stop this pursuit, no matter how long it takes. The messages between him and Danny made it very clear that this was the Jake that caused him to break his leg. Not only that, but he also broke into his house. Normally, he wouldn't care about what happens to others. Frank and Danny both had managed to get a side out of him that no one had managed to do in his sixty-one years of living on the horrible planet known as earth. No one else had managed to get under his skin like those two do.

So he is going to go after the annoying coward and make sure he understands that what he did? Will not be tolerated. He's not going to kill him, he's actually restraining himself as he chases the other man down, remembering how Frank wanted to get involved as well. So not only does Jake have Michael to worry about, he has a very pissy Legion member to deal with as well.

You really shouldn't have broke into his home, Jake Park.

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Being doted on was something he really didn't wish to grow used to, as with most things... But for now, he can accept it as it happens. Danny has more than earned his protection and far more over the time they have known one another. It started out entirely rocky, as everything does, but now? He wouldn't trade this other killer for anything. Attachment is something he isn't used to, yet the very fact the man has wormed his way into his chest? It goes to show that the living Boogeyman is very much capable of humanly attachment despite his terrifying demeanor.

When the clothes are removed piece by piece, save for his drawls, Michael doesn't flinch away from the attention. The pant legs held damage from the clothes, the jacket was in rougher shape as well as the shirt beneath. It's a total wreck as the larger killer gives a huffed noise once the man explains he'll have to owe a favor to repair things. Part of him is very tempted to makeshift the long polar bear hide as a near shirt, and just keep the pants... But the doting and kisses get a sigh from the older man.

Soft, gentle, and endearing. It's hard to be huffy when someone is showering you with a bit of praise and kisses across your chest. Shifting a bit, he moves his jaw to open up the mask before he leans in and essentially chomps the mask on Danny's head to keep him at a breath's distance. Pressing his lips to the other's now bloodied ones, he grumbles with a grunt. He'll figure out how to fix the clothes if it makes the other killer not have to owe someone. Besides, most of the attire was dark, and his blood clots thicker than normal... It should be fine.

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[Room]

"Heard someone thought they could take you on in a fight, Myers."

Word spread around the ballroom fast of a fight already starting in the garden, the designated sparring grounds where you could kill and maim at your leisure. Which is why the Ghostface didn't pay it much mind at first, thinking it was just a couple of killers unable to contain themselves and letting out some energy on some of the guests. But to hear one of the participants had a halligan immediately set off alarm bells and he barely managed to scramble past the growing crowd of witnesses standing at the very edge of the garden to catch the end of the bloodshed.

Michael Myers standing victorious at the cost of the outfit he'd help put together reduced to shreds and stained with blood, both the killer's and his opponent's. Danny was the first to step out into the Garden as things began to calm down, not worried about facing the wrath of the Boogeyman unlike the rest. He's gotten a chance to see past the mask he wore and managed to settle himself on the "tolerable" spectrum of people Myers wouldn't kill on sight, which to his knowledge included only two people.

And so here he was, gingerly checking the damages the Shape had sustained and running his gloved hand across the blood soaked fabrics. "... Motherfucker..." His lips were pursed as he was both pissed off that his hard work was ruined and upset over the man who was now bleeding profusely and injured himself. For as much as one should be treated with higher concern over the other, he knew Michael would be alright. His rush to check things out wasn't of concern for his well being necessarily, because he was confident enough in him not to underestimate his abilities. But it was the fact that internal bleeding was probably gonna make Myers regret even coming here.

"Let me take you to one of the quiet rooms here, alright? I'll patch you up myself and see if I can work with this."

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The crowd gathering furthered his agitation, but not before he found another's presence arriving. His head lulls forward, his footing staggering for a moment as his breathing remains ragged and forced. With faint huffs that rise and fall with the movement, Michael takes notice of the approach and at first, he readies for another fight before he notices the attire and the lack of self-preservation at this moment.

The man was the Ghostface he has let into his walls, just as another has been allowed to grow close. Tolerable is a word that could be used but it grows far deeper than that if one sees just how much Michael has changed his behavior behind closed doors, from the soft moments to the moments where he'd protect them... They clearly have made a heavy impact on the older man.

Being checked over grants a grunt of his own, especially as he hears the 'motherfucker' being muttered from the fellow killer's lips. Despite the bad turnabout of this event so far, he reluctantly gives way to a nod before taking the time to clip the halligan to the belt at his side.

Of course, there is the manner of fixing the attire but he doubts it will be very salvable as he was dealt a decent amount of damage. More scars for his weathered skin, more stories for the two he cares for to explore. Without a word, he begins to walk towards the quiet rooms, keeping in tow with Danny despite the trail of blood he's leaving with each step.

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