DannyMay 2020. Day Fourteen
"Breathe"
Danny held his breath as he dived into the water, the cold surface of winter feeling only as a caress to him.
He had come to retrieve a thermos he had lost –dropped, not thrown!– while in a fight with Skulker, and had only noticed once he was back home.
He knew Sam and Tucker would chew him out for it, so he let them go home and came back by himself.
He wasn't going to hear the end of it tomorrow at school, though.
With a water-proof lantern, he caught the glint of metal and swam to it, finding himself with a battered-but-shiny vanity plate reading 'N3VR-2-MCH'. Ugh, this was going to be a long night.
A few hours and several useless pieces of thrash later seriously, people were gross (he could see Sam's protests a little more justified, now (not that he would tell her)), Danny was back in the dark dock, uncapping the thermos and letting out its current occupant.
"Took ya long enough." Dani gritted out, wet from head to toe, her dripping bangs stuck to her face.
"Yeah, heh, sorry. But, uh, it's very cool that you could hold your breath so long and now there's an exercise in patience, don'tcha think?"
"What?" His clone asked as she twisted her pony-tail and it made a poodle next to her. "I wasn't holding my breath, I was just not breathing."
"Like there's a difference?"
""Yeah, there is… you didn't know we don't need to breathe at all in ghost form?"
"Uh…"
"So you mean to tell me it took you so long retrieving the thermos because you were also taking breathing breaks, even if you don't need to breathe?"
"Well- see here-"
"DANNY!"
I consider this to be one of my weakest filled prompts this time, but I still like it somehow…