Although he paused and tilted his head in confusion as Breezy refused some of the delicious treats she had made, her words were enough to convince him, and he simply shrugged, wriggling his fingers and chuckling in anticipation, before he grabbed another two hash brown and quickly downed them, scarfing them down hungrily, a wide grin on his face, although it faded a little as she spoke again.

"But I really do feel better, and I've Already had a professional help me out. Either way, I'm not going to head off to a clinic until the guard get here to figure out what went down.. And speak of the devils!" Danger replied, smiling, his grin widening as he complimented her again on her medical skill, before he finished his statement with a shrug, pausing to turn his head and grin wider as he realised that the guards posted nearby had finally arrived.

Oblivious to the suspicious glances they gave the other Gryphon, Danger smiled and waved a clawed hand at them, sitting up a little more to explain the situation, his tone only slightly more professional than it had been while he spoke to her.
"Hey, guys. Had a bit of an accident while finishing up an experimental new substance that could revolutionize modern demolitions. Bree here heard the blast and came to help, pulled the glass and metal bits out, stitched me up, cleaned my wounds and all that kinda stuff you guys normally do. Is there some kind of commendation we can give her? 'Cause she did some pretty good work, probably saved my life." The chocolate-brown gryphon commented, gesturing towards Breezy with the hand he had been using to wave, as he explained her exploits and how she had saved him, a wide smile on his face, clearly eager for the beautiful gryphon to see some kind of reward or recognition for her assistance.

Seeing her start to leave, though, he paused, attempting to struggle to his feet in order to catch up before she departed, only able to sit a little upright, and place a restraining hand on her side as she started to move away, speaking to her at the same time, using their native tongue, rather than the language of the guards who stood by.
"Leaving already? At least give me some way to thank you properly, Bree.. Where do you live?" Danger spoke up, in Gryphon, his voice friendly and thankful, as he kept his hand on her side, silently marvelling just a little at how silky soft her coat felt beneath his fingers.

As Danger was treated to the sound of more gentle singing, and the heavenly scent of cooking potatoes, he relaxed back even further, letting out a comfortable sigh, on the very verge of falling asleep in the warm kitchen, surprisingly comfy where he was on the floor.

His tired expression shifted to a wide grin as Breezy returned with the plate of hash-browns, if he had been any happier, his tail would have started wagging, and that showed in his expression.
"Oh, sweet! These look Amazing! Thanks, Bree!" He replied, beaming, as he accepted the dish with both hands, snapping up one of the hash-browns hungrily, his eyes widening in amazed appreciation, as he held the plate out to her as an offer to take one for herself.

"How am I? Never felt better, specially after these!" Danger replied to her concerned question, his voice gleefully happy, as he quickly downed another hash-brown, humming in satisfaction, his red eyes closed as he savoured the delicious treat.

Danger simply sat back and relaxed, grinning and giving Breezy another thumbs up, and nod of thanks, as he accepted another drink of water, gulping it down thirstily. Blowing yourself up was thirsty work, after all, and he was definitely appreciative of the water.

"Don't worry yourself about cleaning up after me, Bree. I'll get on that in a little bit! As for the guards.. yeah, I'm a little surprised too, maybe the guard on duty nearby is taking a quick lunchbreak, or something. Heh, good thing you came along then, and thanks again for helping me out." the brown Gryphon commented, voice friendly and thankful, as he sat back and kept drinking.


"Me? Well, I've only been in the guard a couple years.. And I'm not sure I like your tone there, missy! Are you accusing me, Danger Close, of being.. Celestia forbid.. Uncareful? I must say I am mortally wounded!" Danger continued, his voice mock-angered by her words, before the chuckle he gave after finishing his sentence proved that he didn't really mind at all, but didn't seem to think the matter was all that important, either.

Danger sighed happily and smiled, feeling like he was on the mend already.
"Well, you Should be a doctor, Miss Breezy, you're a legend at this.." Danger commented, from the floor, giving her a happy thumbs up as she moved into the kitchen.

"Uh.. Not sure I have much else, the Hash-browns'll be fine for me! Oh, and take one too, if you want!" He called to her without turning his head, happily sipping from the jug of water she had given him.

"Yep! Name's Danger, Danger Close. I work in the Guard as an explosives expert, it's nice to meet ya, Miss Breezy." He added, in response to her question about his name and occupation, his strength more or less returned now, as he grinned and finished his water.

"I'm sure the guard would have turned up.. with a med-team.. at some point.. They're.. probably used to me.. blowing myself up by now.." Danger murmured in response, wincing a little as she continued her dabbing, his words muffled somewhat by the scrap of leather in his beak.

Danger let out a sigh of relief around the leather as he sat up with his rescuer's assistance, glad to be off the floor, before pausing as he noticed the shards of glass embedded in his chest, which had hitherto gone unnoticed by the pain-overloaded gryphon.
"Guards.. will have key... Thanks for the help.." He mumbled again, this time in response to her question, with his last words being accompanied by a grateful grin, which was obscured a little by the leather the brown gryphon held in his beak.

"N-not an angel? .... But you look prettier than I thought angels would, s-so you can't be a normal gryphon..." Danger responded to her own reply, shifting into speaking their native tongue as well.

Despite the fuzziness, and the pain that was beginning to creep up on the chocolate brown gryphon, he chuckled and shook his head weakly at her question.
"Experimenting.. making art with explosives.. designing new technologies for the Guard... Whatever you want to call it.... Painkillers? .. I think there's some in the bathroom.." The brown gryphon mumbled, voice proud despite his state, and at his last words, thoughtful, as he thought of the mild painkillers he kept in order to deal with headaches.

It was with a cheery hum that the scrawny brown gryphon set about his work in his small, cramped workshop-laboratory hybrid, fiddling with timers, attaching fuses, weighing out quantities of explosive powders and volatile liquids, and now scraping together the thick grey paste that would form his latest invention: An explosive that could stick to surfaces, and needed no fuse or timer.

It was still in its testing phase, and right now he was trying to determine whether or not it would successfully detonate underwater, in response to the signal sent by the resonant crystal inside the device he now gripped in his claw.
The thick, nameless paste of violently explosive goop, lay at the bottom of his (now empty) fish-tank, the fish within safely vacated to a smaller one, for the time being.

With a grin of giddy anticipation, the brown gryphon hopped behind his workbench, and, using it and a nearby guard-helmet for cover, he pushed the trigger of the detonator-device he had cobbled together, anticipating the small glob of explosives before him to smash the tank to pieces and flood his workplace with water and glass shards.

What he hadn't anticipated, was the strength of the signal the device sent out towards the goop. He had expected the signal to simply strike the explosives within the water and set them off. Not for them to do so, then bounce off the back wall of his laboratory, and rebound towards him, before striking the large canister of left-over explosive paste that resided on the shelf on the wall behind him.

It was for this reason that the gryphon was startled, as the glass before him was shattered by the initial charge's explosive burst, an instant before the tub of explosives behind him detonated with Far greater force and power, directed at his back. Luckily, he was some distance away, but not far enough to escape the shockwave, which sent him hurtling over his work-bench and onto the glass-littered floor, or the red-hot shrapnel that peppered his back and shoulders, emanating from the container that had once held the experimental new explosive.

The explosion was loud too, and rather than just flinging Danger over his workbench, and filling his back with metal, and chest with glass, it shattered all the safety-glass windows of his home/workshop, sending harmless pieces of safety-glass down onto the streets, and scattering his other explosive inventions all over the shop's floor. At least he'd put a few safety procedures in, even if they only really protected those who were unfortunate enough to pass his workshop.

Luckily, before he slumped weakly from the damage caused by the myriad of tiny puncture wounds, and the shock of the initial blast, Danger was able to reach out a clawed hand, and dunk a nearby stick of dynamite (that had become lit by one of the red hot shards that had missed his back), into the water that covered his workshop's tile floor.

As he lay there, ears ringing, back and chest peppered with tiny, leaking cuts, and body feeling like it had been hit by some kind of carriage or small building, Danger Close counted his blessings.

"At least it was only one shelf this time (and maybe the wall), nothing else got set off, no-one else was hurt, and I know the detonator works underwater, now. Should probably figure out some way to reduce the signal power.." He thought, optimistically, before his head slumped, and he simply lay face first in the wreckage of his fish-tank, surrounded by unexploded ordinance (the safety features on each preventing their detonation), broken glass, and water.