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[ Okay. He took a breath, she saw it-- so with a nod of her own, she ever-so-carefully tips the next bit of dirt over his face and his head.
She is also absolutely poised to try and haul him out at any given second. ]
She is also absolutely poised to try and haul him out at any given second. ]
[Nice. Yeah.
It's only when his face is finally covered that he realizes he hates not knowing how long he's supposed to stay here. Maybe a minute is a minimum, but what if it has to be longer? What if his mouth is supposed to be uncovered because he's meant to stay here for a day?
Okay, stop.
He gives it almost two, but those two feel like he'll never come out. The dirt doesn't even budge; he's as still as stone. And then all at once, he surges forward like he's jumping out of his skin, sitting up and gasping. Dirt clings to his face and hair, his clothes, and he coughs as he tries to regulate his breathing.]
It's only when his face is finally covered that he realizes he hates not knowing how long he's supposed to stay here. Maybe a minute is a minimum, but what if it has to be longer? What if his mouth is supposed to be uncovered because he's meant to stay here for a day?
Okay, stop.
He gives it almost two, but those two feel like he'll never come out. The dirt doesn't even budge; he's as still as stone. And then all at once, he surges forward like he's jumping out of his skin, sitting up and gasping. Dirt clings to his face and hair, his clothes, and he coughs as he tries to regulate his breathing.]
Damian!!
[ Kisa's already stretching out a hand to him, braced to help pull him out. It won't be of much help, but there's something terrifying about the thought of him staying under dirt like that. Even if that was only a minute. ]
[ Kisa's already stretching out a hand to him, braced to help pull him out. It won't be of much help, but there's something terrifying about the thought of him staying under dirt like that. Even if that was only a minute. ]
[Once he can mostly see without dirt in his eyes, he reaches up without hesitation and clasps Kisa’s hand. The grip is firm, but there’s no pull or yank. He uses more of his own strength to get out than he does rely on her. At the top of the hole, he turns around and flops basically.
He’s still coughing some, but mostly starts trying to knock dirt off himself.]
Never again.
He’s still coughing some, but mostly starts trying to knock dirt off himself.]
Never again.
Of course not. I didn't want to do it in the first place.
[ Which is why she, herself, is now shaking like a leaf poised to free-fall from its branch, even as she reaches out to help dust him off. ]
[ Which is why she, herself, is now shaking like a leaf poised to free-fall from its branch, even as she reaches out to help dust him off. ]
Why are you... asking me that?? You're the one who was...!
[ SHE'S PRETTY UPSET, SIR. ]
[ SHE'S PRETTY UPSET, SIR. ]
M-my mind is sound--! But if you make me do that... anything like that... again, I won't talk to you anymore!
[ So. There. ]
[ So. There. ]
[ And Kisa stares back, a stubborn set to her face.
Go ahead, Damian. Fight her. ]
Go ahead, Damian. Fight her. ]
... Good. I don't... want to have to do that to you.
[ Ever. ]
[ Ever. ]
[henlo again
This time, Damian goes to seek Kisa out. He doesn't send anything over the laptops first, he simply... shows up to knock on her and Sierra's door. (Hopefully, Mom doesn't answer.) He doesn't seem to have anything with him, not even a tuxedo cat trailing behind, but he's in the medieval leather jacket he's had for a while, the one hand-stitched in the back with the shielded S emblem.
Both hands are tucked into the pockets, and when and if she answers, she'll get a nod of greeting.]
This time, Damian goes to seek Kisa out. He doesn't send anything over the laptops first, he simply... shows up to knock on her and Sierra's door. (Hopefully, Mom doesn't answer.) He doesn't seem to have anything with him, not even a tuxedo cat trailing behind, but he's in the medieval leather jacket he's had for a while, the one hand-stitched in the back with the shielded S emblem.
Both hands are tucked into the pockets, and when and if she answers, she'll get a nod of greeting.]
[ Kisa nods back, a little mystified, if just because Damian usually warns her-- rather, reaches out to her, if there's something he wants from her.
Maybe she should be a bit more cautious, but oh well. ]
Hello.
Maybe she should be a bit more cautious, but oh well. ]
Hello.
… Um, but isn't that just for reds?
[ Damian, she doesn't want you to do things that won't even count?? ]
[ Damian, she doesn't want you to do things that won't even count?? ]
Irrelevant. I want to do it anyway. [He doesn't turn around to look back at her.] I don't care about turning it in for a reward.
I am a little irritated by the limitations of the color, however. Anyway.
[Finally, he turns to face her, pauses. And then he starts removing the jacket.] Keep this. [He offers it out to her. Granted, it'll be a little oversized--it is a tad on him, too--since the person he made it for was somewhat bigger than him.]
I am a little irritated by the limitations of the color, however. Anyway.
[Finally, he turns to face her, pauses. And then he starts removing the jacket.] Keep this. [He offers it out to her. Granted, it'll be a little oversized--it is a tad on him, too--since the person he made it for was somewhat bigger than him.]
[ There's a short, delicate pause, before Kisa reaches out to take the jacket. That's a little more unlike him, she thinks, giving her something where there's no guaranteed 'reward'. ]
Are you... really sure about this?
Are you... really sure about this?
I wouldn't waste my time if I wasn't.
[It's thick enough to break the wind, and it's been lacquered in something to wix rain, so the material feels pretty quality in her hands. The stitching on the back can be felt with her fingers.
It's got color--the same as the regular S symbol even if she might not know it.]
It was going to be Jon's.
[It's thick enough to break the wind, and it's been lacquered in something to wix rain, so the material feels pretty quality in her hands. The stitching on the back can be felt with her fingers.
It's got color--the same as the regular S symbol even if she might not know it.]
It was going to be Jon's.
[ Ah... his friend's. Kisa's expression takes a turn for the solemn as she curls her fingers into the jacket and examines it a little more closely.
Just from the feel of it, it's something Damian put a lot of effort into. ]
I'll take care of it.
... Thank you.
Just from the feel of it, it's something Damian put a lot of effort into. ]
I'll take care of it.
... Thank you.
The symbol on the back is more important to him than anything else. Therefore... it's important to me. It's a house crest. His family's, on his father's side.
[Not to put any pressure on her or anything. He's quiet for a long time, not awkwardly long, but long enough. His eyes look away; he won't meet her face.]
If the color alignments had been correct for my own, I would have given you something else. This will have to suffice.
[Not to put any pressure on her or anything. He's quiet for a long time, not awkwardly long, but long enough. His eyes look away; he won't meet her face.]
If the color alignments had been correct for my own, I would have given you something else. This will have to suffice.
It's... still something from you. I'd really treasure it, either way.
[ Especially something that's so clearly important to him, and she holds the jacket a little closer. ]
[ Especially something that's so clearly important to him, and she holds the jacket a little closer. ]
[At this, he seems to get... not exactly embarrassed necessarily, but perhaps a tad more humbled. His head turns away with his eyes.
She'll take care of it, he knows. It isn't that he's ungrateful for finding and making the jacket only to have Jon--no, not vanish, return home. But he feels it's wasted on him when he always makes such a fuss about their differences.
And, boy, he misses his friend. Anyhow.]
It'll keep you dry. It isn't lined, but it's warm. Until the snow leaves and warmer weather arrives. I don't trust the vampire to know anything about regulating body temperature.
She'll take care of it, he knows. It isn't that he's ungrateful for finding and making the jacket only to have Jon--no, not vanish, return home. But he feels it's wasted on him when he always makes such a fuss about their differences.
And, boy, he misses his friend. Anyhow.]
It'll keep you dry. It isn't lined, but it's warm. Until the snow leaves and warmer weather arrives. I don't trust the vampire to know anything about regulating body temperature.
She's been helping me stay warm.
[ what has she said about dissing Sierra, Damian!! ]
... But thank you. I'll make sure I don't fall into the harbor or anything.
[ what has she said about dissing Sierra, Damian!! ]
... But thank you. I'll make sure I don't fall into the harbor or anything.
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