[ a blur, yes, but in Danny's drunken mind it is a god damn masterpiece. He hunches over his phone, fingers numbly poking away at the buttons, as he attempts to send it to someone. ]
Hey, what's your nife's wumber-?
[ hang on no that's not how we English. Danny narrows his eyes and carefully repeats himself: ]
[ sorry andy that is not a human noise because you are drunk and you are a dog!! Danny buttonmashes his phone, as if fate will somehow guide his fingers in to typing the right number. ]
no subject
Hey, what's your nife's wumber-?
[ hang on no that's not how we English. Danny narrows his eyes and carefully repeats himself: ]
Wife's. Number.
no subject
no subject
Does it start with a one? Bark once for yes...