[ Right. So he was right. Oscar is.. inside of Paul, somehow. Like they're sharing Paul's head together. A Freaky Friday situation, except there's only one body involved. It's incredibly outlandish, but Daniel is doing his best to just accept it for what it is. Questioning it won't change it in any way either.
Besides, he's sure it's miles more uncomfortable for Oscar and Paul right now than it is confusing for Daniel himself. ]
I hope so too. [ Of course. Neither of them should have to deal with this. ]
Are you absolutely sure there's nothing that can be done about it?
[ Of course that's where Daniel's mind goes.
He can't help but father hen here. Father henning is his sole way of coping with his place now a herd of kids has been thrown right into his lap. ]
Or even anything that could make it easier on you both until it's resolved?
[ He knows it's not like that will do much, if anything at all. But he's not going to be an idiot and claim he can do anything about this situation when it's entirely new to him - no, when all this supernatural stuff is way beyond his full understanding in the first place.
Maybe the best thing he can do is just to treat Oscar and Paul kindly while they're going through something so difficult. ]
What's your favourite flavour?
You know, preferably one Paul isn't allergic to.
[ Not that Daniel knows Paul has any allergies, but. You never know. Besides, it's a faint attempt to try and keep this a little light, even in the face of something so overwhelming. ]
...I think anything that's orange or red should be ok.
[He didn't know, offhand. Getting that info would be simple, but he didn't want to violate Paul's privacy further than he already was.
Besides. Keeping it simple might see least help Mr. LaRusso feel as if he were able to do something about the situation-- even if the slushie was only a very small comfort in the grander picture. ]
[ .. that's kind of an odd answer when it comes to flavours, isn't it.
On the other hand, when he thinks about it, the flavours the kids asked for back in the truck were also those colours.. Maybe it's just a thing for them. A thing Oscar might have picked up on from being inside of Paul's head, maybe hearing the other's thoughts. ]
Consider it done.
Seriously though, Oscar, if you need anything else at any point, just send me a message. Or ask Paul to ask me, okay?
[ Even if he can't do anything else, he can at least offer an open channel in case something does come up. ]
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Besides, he's sure it's miles more uncomfortable for Oscar and Paul right now than it is confusing for Daniel himself. ]
I hope so too. [ Of course. Neither of them should have to deal with this. ]
Are you absolutely sure there's nothing that can be done about it?
[ Of course that's where Daniel's mind goes.
He can't help but father hen here. Father henning is his sole way of coping with his place now a herd of kids has been thrown right into his lap. ]
Or even anything that could make it easier on you both until it's resolved?
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I've already looped in the people who might know something. One of them will figure it out... If there's anything to figure out.
If it's time, then all we can do is wait.
[He didn't know how to make it easier.
After a moment that lasted too long while he thought, he added: ]
Can I have a slushie, too?
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[ He knows it's not like that will do much, if anything at all. But he's not going to be an idiot and claim he can do anything about this situation when it's entirely new to him - no, when all this supernatural stuff is way beyond his full understanding in the first place.
Maybe the best thing he can do is just to treat Oscar and Paul kindly while they're going through something so difficult. ]
What's your favourite flavour?
You know, preferably one Paul isn't allergic to.
[ Not that Daniel knows Paul has any allergies, but. You never know. Besides, it's a faint attempt to try and keep this a little light, even in the face of something so overwhelming. ]
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[He didn't know, offhand. Getting that info would be simple, but he didn't want to violate Paul's privacy further than he already was.
Besides. Keeping it simple might see least help Mr. LaRusso feel as if he were able to do something about the situation-- even if the slushie was only a very small comfort in the grander picture. ]
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On the other hand, when he thinks about it, the flavours the kids asked for back in the truck were also those colours.. Maybe it's just a thing for them. A thing Oscar might have picked up on from being inside of Paul's head, maybe hearing the other's thoughts. ]
Consider it done.
Seriously though, Oscar, if you need anything else at any point, just send me a message. Or ask Paul to ask me, okay?
[ Even if he can't do anything else, he can at least offer an open channel in case something does come up. ]