Shaw, 10+ år in i apokalypsen. Han bör alltså vara runt 48 år här.
Ett hårt liv har verkligen åldrat honom. Inte mig emot - att rita grå hårstrån och trötta ögon är någonting jag gillar, konstigt nog.

Jag älskar karaktärsutveckling.

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“You know what I realized, man?”
Shaw watched Danny move closer, fixing his eyes onto him.
“If we would celebrate our birthdays together, on the same day you know - and let’s say have a cake with candles in it – this place would probably burn down to the ground.”
The older man inspected the younger’s serious facial expression, wondering what the hell he was on about this time. Crossing his arms - slightly raising his chin with a slow movement - he cocked an eyebrow and breathed out.
“Now why is that?”
Danny motioned his hands in front of him, almost like he was just about to solve a complicated equation, and then proceeded with pointing a long finger in the direction of his senior companion.
“Well, I was never the math genius in school, but considering 27 of the candles would be mine and like 80 of ‘em yours, the cake would probably light up this whole room,” Danny calmly stated with a blunt expression across his face, staring back at the other man who hadn’t moved a muscle. Shaw slowly blinked, tearing the younger apart with a simple look of the eye, an unamused grin suddenly appearing after a pause of silence.
“I’ll give you 5 seconds to start running, kid.”
The seriousness was quickly washed off as a beaming smile occupied Danny’s face.

HaHAHAhahahahhhhhh fuck you so much dude no why would you do that I am fucking sobbing and it's not pretty it's gross and there's snot and hhhhhhhh.