Around Town, Sunday afternoon

[grenadesandohana]

A low-down, no good raccoon had stolen the medals and rank and trident right off of Steve's jacket at the ball last night, which was completely unacceptable.

It didn't explain why Steve was still in said white dress uniform, nor why it was still completely stain-free despite a long night exploring tunnels for clues with Danny and his horse-who-could-turn-into-a-seahorse-but-that's-classified, Hoo-ah. Hoo-ah couldn't talk, but his face was very expressive and had been an amazing asset in shaking down the raccoons for information.

And that explained--well, sort of--why Steve and Danny were chasing a raccoon through the streets of Fandom. Again.

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[grenadesandohana]

"I saved your life!"

Nope.

[hatesparadise]

"Did you?!" Because the glass made it's way safely out of the way. The cart, on the other hand? Off the rails.

[grenadesandohana]

The raccoon, at least, had stopped to boggle at the ridiculousness, so they had that going for them!

"Of course I did," Steve said. "You're my Danno."

The Uptight Women for Heteronormativity would be writing some letters.

[hatesparadise]

The rickshaw careened off a curb like it was a ramp and right into that popcorn maker. Because it never escaped harm.

"...thanks."

[grenadesandohana]

RIP, popcorn maker. That was probably paperwork for Danny, huh?

"Of course," Steve said with a beaming smile. "Let's get my medals."

[hatesparadise]

OF COURSE IT WAS.

Danny sighed, covering his eyes. "Sure. Medals."

[grenadesandohana]

"They're important," Steve said, getting ready to tackle a raccoon like he'd never heard of rabies.

[hatesparadise]

Well, rabies didn't exist in this world! The raccoon did a little butt wiggle in anticipation of that tackle, but the poor guy neglected to realize this was the finale.

"Steven, do not--"

[grenadesandohana]

"Do not what?" Steve asked, mid-leap.

[hatesparadise]

The raccoon leapt at the same time, but almost like it was meeting him half way. As one does in a Disney movie when the stakes are low.

"Or do. Okay."

[grenadesandohana]

Were they going to engage in a slo-mo fist fight? Maybe.

[hatesparadise]

Why did you want to hurt him like this, Steve? Why?

Danny sighed and covered his eyes because he didn't need to see Steve knock out a raccoon like he was Rocky Balboa.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve would feel kinda bad about it on Monday but not now! He punched the crap out of that cartoonish raccoon and yanked its little sack of pilfered goods away.

"Book him, Danno."