For Danny - sexswitch

[sluttylyingliar]

There is fuckery afoot. Deep, deep levels of fuckery. Rachel is staying firmly on her porch, smoking furiously because she does not even want to know what else is going on. People who should be grown ass men are little kids and she's so intensely grateful she's not a fat, 13 year old version of herself. She'd rather wake up with a dick than have Raylan see that. Have Danny see that. But especially Raylan.

But whatever, she's staying right here. As if there's not enough going on. This is exactly what they need.

Fucking island.

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[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"Trust me," she snorts. "The world is a better place if my legacy does not live on. Anyway, whatever, are you done freaking? Are you going to go on your nice date?"

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, I guess I got that, huh," Danny says weakly, taking a deep breath and adjusting the pants. "I guess I'm telling Steve tonight that I'm willing to give him the things he needs to have a kid too. Huh," he repeats. "I'm gonna be abused by that man's excitedness."

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

"Sounds hot," she laughs, bumping his knee. His tiny, girlish knee. "This is so perfect. Once you have a baby, you'll leave me in peace. And then I can laugh at you."

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, in like, four years," Danny says with a dubious look on his face. "You and Raylan will probably have had two by then. Two adorable little children that look just like him," he sing-songs.