Danny: Easy on the ghost ink, I just had this suit cleaned.
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Suds
Danny looked down at his dirty jumpsuit and sighed. What could he do? He couldn't wash it at home, his parents and Jazz would get suspicious. What was a guy to do in a situation like this?
Danny flew into his room and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top from his dresser drawer. He phased through the door and into the bathroom, where he promptly locked the door and changed. He folded his jumpsuit over his arm and unlocked the door before quickly flying through the wall, invisible to all. All he needed was for someone to see him in Danny Fenton's clothes.
He materialized just as he approached the door to a small convenience store called Suds. He opened the door like any regular person and walked in. The girl at the counter was no older than Jazz; she was chewing gum and twirling her blonde hair around her fingers. As soon as she saw Danny, however, she snapped to attention. "You're that ghost boy," she stated. Danny resisted rolling his eyes.
"Yes, and I need to get my suit cleaned, please. I'll pay and everything," he said, pleading with his big green eyes. The girl resumed chewing.
"Sure," she said in her northern accent. "Lemme get that for you." She took the suit and examined it. "You can come back tomorrow. It'll be clean by tomorrow." Danny nodded and started to walk off. Then she said something that stopped him in his tracks. "You're kinda cute."
Danny unsuccessfully tried to hide a deepening blush as he left the store and flew away, hoping that until tomorrow the ghosts would leave him alone... or his parents would do their job. 'Cause the ghost boy was not going out in shorts unless he absolutely had to.