There hadn't been any ghost attacks in a couple days, and usually that would be amazing. A chance to hang out with his friends, or get some extra sleep, or even work on schoolwork. But it was winter break. There was no schoolwork to do, he already had plenty of time to sleep, his parents were constantly fighting, and with Tucker visiting his grandparents for a couple days and Sam spending the break in Portugal of all places, there was absolutely nothing to do except aimlessly float around town.

So of course when Danny's ghost sense went off, he was happy, excited even, to have to find out what caused it. Luckily, he didn't have to search long.

"Yo kid!" A snowball hit him square in the face. He wiped it off and looked around for the source before Johnny appeared from thin air right in front of him. "Up for a spar?"

"Sure." He chirped before taking a closer look at Johnny. The guy looked like crap, his glow was dimmed a bit and there were slight bags under his eyes. "Dude, you don't look too good. Whappened? Kitty break up with you again?"

Johnny charged up an ectoblast and started throwing it back and forth between his hands like a bouncy ball. "Naw, I think I forgot something important. Maybe an anniversary?" He tossed the blast at Danny who dodged and turned invisible before flying forward and throwing a punch at Johnny's face. "Not the first date, or the first kiss, or our deathday." He dodged the punch and kicked upwards, hitting Danny in the stomach, shocking him into turning visible.

"Birthday?" Danny asked, clutching his stomach and dropping a bit to shoot an ecto blast at Johnny from underneath.

"Last month." He answered, shooting a blast from a finger gun at the blast Danny had made, knocking it off course, then dropping to try to bodyslam Danny.

Danny zoomed out of the way, and threw a blast at Johnny that he wasn't quick enough to avoid. "Didn't people used to do this whole big thing with a ring when they asked someone to be their partner? Could it be that?"

Johnny flew up and tried to punch the kid, but Danny turned intangible just in time for the fist to sail right through his head. "Fuck, that's probably it. Date?"

Danny grabbed the fist and flung Johnny towards the ground. "It's the seventeenth."

Johnny shot up, barely catching himself before he hit the ground, then accelerated before twisting around to slam into Danny with his back. "Of what?"

Danny turned intangible, letting Johnny sail right through him. "Seriously?"

Johnny stopped his ascent and turned around to throw a couple ecto blasts at Danny, who lazily floated around them to avoid getting hit. "Kid, just tell me."

Danny tapped his chin in mock thought. "Hmmmm, judging by the weather, the decorations all around us and the literal Christmas songs being played loud enough for us to hear from all the way over here, gosh I don't know. Maybe it's December?"

"Fuck, I'm an idiot." Johnny facepalmed.

"I'll say." Danny moved to hover on his stomach in front of Johnny and flicked him in the forehead. "Who the heck forgets what month it is?"

"Oh shut up." Johnny grabbed him by the back of his suit, and flung him down to the ground. Danny, not expecting It, didn't have time to stop his fall. "Oh shit, what was that?"

"What was what?" Danny asked, picking himself up off the ground and brushing dirt off of himself.

"I felt a rip." Johnny lowered himself to the ground to look Danny over for injuries. "I didn't seriously hurt ya there, did…" He trailed off looking shocked. "Kid? Why do you have tits?"

"I have, uh, oh." Danny quickly crossed his arms over his chest and hunched his back to try to hide them, but it didn't really work that well with how form fitting his jumpsuit was. "Um, costume party?"

Johnny didn't look too convinced. "Oh yeah? What's the costume?"

"Me? No. My clone?"

"Wait a second." Johnny held out his hands, cutting Danny off. "Are you one of those gender swappers?"

"What?"

Johnny sighed and put his hand on Danny's shoulder. "Now kid, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Even I sometimes want to be a chick. The fancy dresses, the makeup, I haven't quite figured out how to manifest boobs yet. Props to you for figuring that out in your first year though?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sure we could find some girl stuff for you, and if you ever want to change your name-"

Danny frantically waved his hands in front of himself. "Hold on, there's been a bit of a misunderstanding here. I don't want to be a girl."

Johnny paused, confused. "You don't?"

"No."

"Then what's with that?" He pointed towards Danny's chest, Danny immediately crossed his arms again to try and hide it.

"I think you ripped my binder."

"Your what?"

Danny paused for a second to think. "A binder. It's, uh, an article of clothing, it flattens them so it looks like I don't have them."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They trailed off into an awkward silence before a look of realization washed over Johnny's face. "I can fix it."

"What?"

He sat down on the floor and grabbed a little box out of one of his coat pockets, reaching his other hand out towards Danny. "Here, hand it over."

Danny turned his hand intangible and grabbed the binder through his jumpsuit and inspected it for a few seconds, looking over the damage, before hesitantly tossing it over to Johnny. Johnny opened the box and pulled out a needle and a spool of white thread. He fed the thread through the needle and pulled, measuring the length with his arm and cutting the thread from the spool with his teeth before separating the two ends to let them untwist themselves, and tying them together. "You're really fucking lucky it only ripped at the seam."

"What's that mean?" Danny lowered himself down to hover in a sitting position just above ground.

"It means I'm just replacing stitches instead of adding new ones. There's already a seam allowance here. There wouldn't be a seam allowance if the fabric itself had ripped."

"I have no clue what any of that means."

"I'm gonna have to teach you how to sew then, or have someone else teach ya. It's a valuable life skill, like cooking or cleaning or first aid."

"I already know how to sew. Just, not fabric."

"Sewing fabric and flesh are two different skills. Just because you know one doesn't mean you know both." Johnny reached the end of the rip and started to go back over the stitches he had already made.

They waited in silence for a bit while Johnny continued sewing the binder and Danny flicked rocks on the ground before Danny thought of another conversation starter. "So what did you mean back there?"

"About what?"

"Manifesting boobs?"

Johnny paused in his sewing for a bit to think. "Oh yeah, it's a type of body manipulation, like how you can make your limbs and shit go all stretch armstrong. You can do that, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Alright, so with a bit of practice, you'll be able to like, change your appearance for long periods of time. Like, you're tricking your body into believing that that's its natural state. I'm not that good at it, I'm still figuring out how to stretch myself, but if you ask around I'm sure someone would be able to help you out." Johnny tied off the end of the string with the beginning before biting off the excess thread with the needle attached.

"That should probably hold pretty well, I mean, I did use close stitches and go around twice, so it shouldn't break again anytime soon. But are you sure you should be fighting in this thing kid? Most of this fabric doesn't seem too stretchy." He held out the binder in front of him, making a show of trying, and failing to stretch it before tossing it over to Danny, hitting him in the face with it.

"Gee, thanks. Suddenly worried for my safety huh?" Danny snarked as he grabbed the binder from his face.

"Yeah, I mean, you are part human right? Or have I been misunderstanding this whole-" He gestured towards Danny. "Situation?"

"Yeah, but I'm still a ghost, so I don't need to breathe and whatever damage it causes will just fix itself in like, an hour. You really don't have to worry about it, I'll be fine."

Johnny looked at him skeptically before relenting. "If you say so. Shit, anniversary! Gotta get kitty something. You wouldn't happen to know-"

Danny pointed down the street. "Three blocks that way, on your left, candy store. Turn right and two more blocks, toystore. They sell plushies."

"Thanks, kid. And be careful!"Johnny yelled as he ran off.

"I'll try."