Hello, everyone. So. I haven't been updating my fics on here because of reasons (they're lame reasons, don't worry about it) for the past six months, but I'm going to try and catch up with everything. I won't be able to do it all at once, but I'll be doing my best. To see all the chapters I've added to multichapter fics, just keep going until you don't see this message at the top of the chapter anymore. Sorry about this!
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"Uhhh... wisp? What wisp?" said Danny, tucking his shirt into his pants as if that was what he'd been trying to do all along. "No wisps here."
Jazz stared at him. He couldn't even call her gaze flat. It was heavy. And sharp. He cringed.
"There's really no wisp," he tried.
More staring.
"Really."
"Danny," said Jazz, finally speaking again, "I saw you put it in your pants when I came into the room. That's- Well, first off, that's unsanitary for the poor wisp, it's a thinking creature, isn't it?"
"They don't mind things like that, actually. Not that I have one."
"Secondly, hiding your drugs like that is just... Well, it's kind of pathetic, Danny."
"Wisps aren't drugs, they're thinking creatures. You said it yourself."
More staring. More staring. Finally, "Are you serious right now?"
"Yes?"
"Danny, they make you high."
"They've been getting better at not doing that, actually!"
"Danny..."
"They're practicing! It's really hard for them to practice, you know, on their own, though."
"Take the wisp out of your pants."
Danny, defeated, raised his leg and fished the wisp out of his pant leg, where it had fallen. He opened his hand and it floated up, away from his palm.
Jazz opened the window. "Time to go, little wisp." It floated out.
"I don't know how you get them to listen to you like that," said Danny.
"Skill," said Jazz. "Don't do stuff that could make you high alone anymore." She paused. "Or bring ghosts home when Mom and Dad are here."
"Technically, am I really alone when the wisps are..." He trailed off. "Okay, I won't."
"Good."