...I don't know. I don't think anything can help with this.
[ he peeks his head out just a bit, just enough for Kumon to see his ears and eyes. Sure enough, every inch of skin is the same pale blue. Both ears are pointed. And Danny's eyes are red. And I don't mean like the crying kind, I mean his irises have changed from blue to red. ]
[ Danny sits up a little to accept the chameleon in his hands. The blanket falls away enough to show the rest of his face, including the fangs in his mouth. ]
Ugh. I'd rather keep accidentally poking myself while talking than have to play charades while my skin is blue.
Well... [Let's see. He doesn't remember any of the other effects sticking around longer than a week, but if he says a week that's Much Worse for Danny.]
Uh... Start thinking about stuff you like maybe. Hot Pants glittered when I complemented her.
[ he stares at the chameleon sitting in his blue hands and thinks about home. About his parents, his sister, his friends...flying over Amity Park...
thinking about home while he's got blue skin, though, just makes him think of the Nasty Burger. He makes a choking yelp sort of sound as he pulls the beanie down even more, enough to almost cover his eyes. A tuft of white flame escapes the hat by the side of his face. ]
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[He wasn't expecting that sort of reaction.]
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It's uh...it's not just that.
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What do you mean?
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...I don't know. I don't think anything can help with this.
[ he peeks his head out just a bit, just enough for Kumon to see his ears and eyes. Sure enough, every inch of skin is the same pale blue. Both ears are pointed. And Danny's eyes are red. And I don't mean like the crying kind, I mean his irises have changed from blue to red. ]
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Hmm... Does it hurt at all?
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[ Man, he doesn't have any idea how to help with this. He hands him a warm, amber chameleon. ]
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Ugh. I'd rather keep accidentally poking myself while talking than have to play charades while my skin is blue.
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[ He mostly says this to himself. Now that he can see them, that makes much more sense.
He really thought "how are you hurting yourself, you're just blue." ]
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[ Gently pats his shoulder. ]
Knowing this place it'll go away in its own.
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I don't want to be like this at all! And who knows how long it'll last before it goes away?!
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Uh... Start thinking about stuff you like maybe. Hot Pants glittered when I complemented her.
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[ he stares at the chameleon sitting in his blue hands and thinks about home. About his parents, his sister, his friends...flying over Amity Park...
thinking about home while he's got blue skin, though, just makes him think of the Nasty Burger. He makes a choking yelp sort of sound as he pulls the beanie down even more, enough to almost cover his eyes. A tuft of white flame escapes the hat by the side of his face. ]
Kumon, I don't think it's working!!
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Think of something else?? Like, um, space?
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the way Kumon knew to suggest it to himSure enough, the fangs recede, leaving Danny with plain human chompers. He relaxes a little. ]
Wow, it actually worked!
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There you go!
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Now if I could just get the skin and hair to go back to normal, too. The ears I can live with...I guess.
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Yeah. Or at least pick something a little nicer to mess me up with.
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[With the fangs and the blue skin and the red eyes?]
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