Danny: mmm alright well I’m gonna go get a new one cause I’m not tearing this place apart to find it

Auto: *finally bit your hand *

Danny: do you know where my hoodie is?

Auto: *glared as what was under kinda came out touching your hand like a living liquid*

Auto: *glared his face cracking a little like it was made of porcelain*

Danny: *after a bit he came back realizing his hoodie is missing*

Auto: *groaned coughing*

Danny: *likely he was in the bathroom and decided while he was in there to force his hair into braids using water and a comb he found laying around*

Auto: *this time he did not fight or squirm letting out small bubbles every few seconds *

Auto: *just glared at you*

Danny: *covered his ears because he doesn’t wanna hear that, not now at least*

Danny: alright *got up going into another room and shutting the door *

Auto: *wiped off his very stained face not answering*

Auto: *took a second before coughing because the body wants to live*

Danny: fine what?

Auto: *of course fought against it for a bit before giving into it*

Danny: …it happens to the best of us

Danny: okay I’m sorry *took his hand away and put his hands on his lap*

Auto: *took him a few minutes before resurfacing coughing and hacking up water*

Auto: *after a while he just decided to take a dip letting himself fall in and sink*