Under Their Noses
Sometimes, just sometimes, Racheal wonders about the intelligence of the human race. Watching Danny Fenton making his habitual retreat after a whisp of blue mist come out of his mouth, was one of these times.
Seriously. Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom. The only difference is the color of his hair and eyes; the clothes he wears; and the name he goes by. They could pass as relatives.
Not to mention he disappears whenever Phantom shows up.
Oh well, looks like the human race is doomed to stupidity.
And Danny Phantom hides right under their noses.
A/N: I wrote a sort of pointless drabble. This really isn't like me...
