Dan stumbled with his footing a bit to make it more real.
Hmm, she wasn't normal. Of course, Dan knew this since she walked in with those wings of hers, but angels didn't exist. There were different types of ghosts, so maybe she was a new one, a halfbreed of halfbreeds, perhaps? A mix of the Box Ghost and Klemper?
As Misha tried to figure out who was who, Dan pressed his hand against his chest and cried:
"Misha, can't you tell it's me? I--I'm the real Danny!" His voice dropped lower in that annoying way he knew Danny used. "Can't you tell?" he asked.
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Hmm, she wasn't normal. Of course, Dan knew this since she walked in with those wings of hers, but angels didn't exist. There were different types of ghosts, so maybe she was a new one, a halfbreed of halfbreeds, perhaps? A mix of the Box Ghost and Klemper?
As Misha tried to figure out who was who, Dan pressed his hand against his chest and cried:
"Misha, can't you tell it's me? I--I'm the real Danny!" His voice dropped lower in that annoying way he knew Danny used. "Can't you tell?" he asked.