JazzTheJasper

It was hard to describe days like this. I don’t think I had ever felt anything like it. Quiet Days. They’re the kind of days consumed in silence, but not the Sunday morning, sleepy kind, or the winter evening fireplace kind. They’re the suffocating kind. The anxiety-induced ones, begging to be lifted, but knowing that no matter anything any person could possibly say or do to break it, it would not be enough to be rid of its enormity entirely. It would be heard, answered with a brief nod, maybe a grunt, and then nothing. The return to the silence. Today was a day like this, because of the kind of day tomorrow would be like.

It had been a few months since you'd been caught by Ninja Brian, and since then you'd really bonded with him and Danny Sexbang. Well, mostly with Danny. You and Ninja Brian did get along (and he'd never tried to kill you unlike he'd done with most of Danny's other friends) but you were still kinda scared of him. Although you still had your den in the walls to go back to whenever you wanted, it was a lot nicer being able to relax on the giant beds and sofa whenever you wanted to; plus you loved being held by Danny (and just being close to him in general.) Currently, you were hanging out with Danny and listening to music together. If any of th