"A cryptid. Little magic man who lives in the woods."
Danny de-transformed into a human, gestured to his apparel. He wore brown pants and a shirt that looked to be made of grass, leaves, and branches. In hand he held a rubber mask: Long nose, beady eyes, grayish skin.
"Notoriously hard to catch. Even harder to get along with."
Wes got the sense he was speaking from experience.
"I'm going to a party. Wanna go?" asked Danny. Wes said nothing. Was this a trick? Wouldn't be the first time.
Danny's face morphed into shock, looking over Wes' shoulder, asking "Glitter?"