Spirited Away-

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Danny usually didn't involve himself much with people anymore.

Aside from saving them from getting eaten, blown up, cast into vortexes of oblivion, put under spells and transformed into dragons, that is.

Yet when the chance arose for him to make a potential new friend, he normally stepped up. Which was why he'd invited Shara to stay at his place for the night.

He usually didn't invite people into his home at random, choosing to take a month or so to get to know them first, but Shara's circustances had been a little bit special. Besides, she was a girl and he would have felt badly if she had slept out in her truck all night.

He unlocked his front door and pushed the door open for her as she got an overnight bag out of the truck, and flicked on the lights as she walked up and warily stopped just on his door step and peeked into his house and then shifted a little bit from foot to foot anxiously while she chewed her bottom lip.

Danny dropped his house keys and wallet into a bowl on a table several feet from the door, then grasped the hem of his hoody and pulled it up over his head as he said.

"Don't be shy. Come on in and make yourself at home-" He shook out the hoody for a second then hung it up on a hook hanging on the wall above the table, then ran his fingers through his hair just to make sure none of it was standing up strangely.

That sort of thing might have been okay if he were with Sam, but right now he was with a lady other than her, so looking his best and being on his best behavior was a must for him.

His parents had raised him to be a gentleman. And granted his ghostly abilities had sort of thrown a little bit of a monkey wrench into their teachings, but some stuff stuck.

Shara stepped through his front door and gently pushed it closed then slipped her shoes off. Danny observed her quietly while sort of fumbling with taking his shoes off in an effort to look more distracted than he actually was as she looked around.

His living room, much like the rest of his house, was nothing special.

It had plain sky blue walls with cream trim.

Pale blue upholsted chairs, a big screen TV, a large shelf of movies, a smaller shelf was next to it. This one containing a sterio system and a bunch of CD's. Three coffee tables, two lamps. There were no knick knacks. He felt that they cluttered the place. No pictures aside from the few he had of his parents, Sam and Tucker, and his sister's wedding and her kids.

Aside from all of those things, his living room was pretty barren. But at least it was clean.

He finally stopped playing around with his shoes and slipped them off then walked up behind Shara and studied her while she was too distracted to notice.

She was a pretty little thing, her looks were on par with Sam's and his old school crush Paulina. Though her face was maybe more hauntingly beautiful than the their's. She was a little bit taller than them, the top of her head reaching his chin where as Sam and Paulina only reached his chest.

Her hair was as dark as his, the length falling almost to the middle of her back. The tips curling this way and that. Her bangs were long and had to be styled to frame her face, the tips curling around her cheeks prettily.

Her body was petite, and delicate looking despite the generous curves that gave her a nice hour glass figure. He let his eyes wonder over her until he came to her legs, as a peculiar sort of smile tugged at his lips.

Danny was a leg guy.

To him there was nothing sexier on a woman than having long legs that would wrap around his waist while he- He mentally shook himself. He wasn't a perv by nature. Never had been, probably never would be.

But from time to time when he had been alone for too long, his mind just sort of...slipped right into the gutter. He just couldn't help himself. It had been months since his last sexual encounter and he had been feeling a mite frustrated rescently.

Shara turned around and looked up at him and he gave her an automatic I-won't-touch-you sort of smile in an effort to look less threatening than he probably came off as considering how quiet and stealthy he was.

"Uh... I hate to ask a silly question when you've been nice enough to invite me in, but-" Danny lifted a brow at her.

"But?" He prompted as she frowned up at him.

"Well it's obvious that you don't entertain visitors. So I can't help but wonder why you invited me into your home. What exactly is in this little arrangement for you?" Danny couldn't help but be surprised by her question since his inital thought was that she was a fool.

He mulled her question over for a second, his quick mind picking up on what she was too polite or uncomfortable to ask him.

Had he invited her in to take advantage of her? Ask her to preform certain acts in exchange for room and board.

If he had been younger, a different person, and a tad bit less caring about how frightening situations like this could be for a young woman. Then he might have said yes. God knew he needed the outlet.

But he knew all too well how frightening situations like this one could be for young women. He knew just how hard it was to trust someone. Especially when there was no one around to notice or care if you went missing.

"I'm getting nothing out of this arrangement. I just sort of like helping people." He half lied to help her feel more at ease with him. It must have worked since she seemed to relax as he took her over night bag from her and politely showed her to where she'd be sleeping.