He has his moments. He continues walking, stopping every now and then to look at stuff, and to make sure Steph hasn’t abandoned him. He points out birds and long icicles, and cars that have way too much snow on them, but he also points out people that are wearing coats and hats that have colors—

He’s just happily stomping around, being a kid for a bit. He was with Steph… he liked her. He felt safe with her. (Despite what had just transpired. He just wanted an excuse to spend time with her.)

He is also hoping to not slip and fall. That would be embarrassing.

“Yes, I know the way.” He’s happy to be the leader of this expedition. Though it is cold and icy. He will lead the way.

He has put on his snow boots and winter jacket. He is ready to brave the elements.

//Anyone wanna write angst?

Why do delivery when you can both stand in a line? “I shall wait at the door.” He runs off excitedly.

//Damian is just Abbadon.

“I wish to go with you.” He wants to go with her for outside the house time. He likes the boba shop.

“I want a matcha boba tea with oat milk, brown sugar, and the brown boba and coconut jellies.” He’s a very complicated child.

“I want cookies and a boba tea.” Because of course he wants a boba tea. Blame Tim on that one.

He glares a little, taking mental notes. “Definitely adding that to your file.”

“What if it was real?” Calling her bluff.

“I offered you a chance to save my life and you stood there.”

“Only if it comes to having health issues. Not entirely useless. But it is situational.”

“Good to know if I’m ever having complications that you are as useful as water on a grease fire.” Roasted.

He’s just wanting to see her reaction. After a few moments he sits up. “Nothing? Really? Guess I’m adding to your file.”

He approaches, clears his throat to get her attention. Once he has it. He pretends to die dramatically. Right there in front of her. Oscar level acting.

He’s bored and wants to be dramatic. Off he goes to bother @spoiledcrimes.bsky.social

//Dont mind me. I died.

He shrugs. “Ok.” They are now best friends.

[Both are dead now.]

Richard. Why are you the way that you are?

//Dami.Exe has stopped functioning Why does everyone have ovaries now.

You….. [Questioning life and his mortality.]

[He sleeps like a corpse. No blame.] It’s ok.

I was just napping.

HOOOOOO!

He will break his fingies.

[Alfred meows indignantly. Slightly growling. Grumpy cat vibes… though it does work.] [He hath been revived!] Oh… hi Olive, S’mores, and Alfred.

He has toe beans does he not?!

[ITS STILL NOT ENOUGH!]

If Maurice wishes to keep his fingers. He should stop.

[You ever just take a power nap where you sleep like you’re a corpse and worry people? Yeah.]

[Not quite sufficient, still dead.]

He’s not actually dead. Just taking a massive power nap while barely breathing.

Dang. Whipping out the good stuff for the kid you beat on Fortnite.

What kind of equipment?

Dead vibes.

You know what. [Dies.]

//Damian gives “Clean it up” from Hazbin hotel vibes. I will not explain further. youtu.be/rRWE5KFt_eI?...

【 ♡ 】Basically how things are going with @dem0nbaby.bsky.social

//I still want angst.

//I’m being victimized by my tummy and I want angst.

Runs over to @batstalker.bsky.social and just stares at him. New tactics.

Doing gremlin things.

//I still crave angst.

“My mom says friends are a liability.” Yes. Two children spilling family tea. “But she never said anything about best friends…”

He holds out his hands to accept the bug. “Friends?” Is this how one gains friends?