DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

GIVE ME A SHITPOST

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[highrisk]

... I just want to know whatever everyone else knows.

[fleshedout]

So do I. Doesn't mean there needs to be a check-in on a person's status, too.

[highrisk]

[ he says this almost... cautiously? like it is something he has only recently figured out and has to test the waters. ]

No one wants to tell shit to someone who doesn't even bother asking how they are.

[fleshedout]

...

I'd tell shit to you without that. It depends on the person.

[highrisk]

[ this



annoys him, for some reason ]

[fleshedout]

[She's........suddenly sad again?]

What are you being so annoyed for...?

[highrisk]

I just don't get how it works.

[ ... ]

[fleshedout]

[And now! Annoyance!]

...You have friends and you don't get how it works? Are you mental?

[highrisk]

[ rude! ]

Having friends is kind of a new thing, okay? I'm still - figuring out the rules!

[fleshedout]

There are no rules, you...you dingbat!

[highrisk]

D-dingbat?

[ HELLO ]

And of course there are rules, everything has rules. Otherwise people wouldn't always be bitching about what I'm doing wrong!

[fleshedout]

And what are they saying, huh? What do they say you do wrong?

[highrisk]

I don't wanna get into the specifics.

[fleshedout]

...

[She's hitting a fist into the palm of her other hand.]

Maybe I'll punch them.

[highrisk]

... Nah. They were right.

[fleshedout]

About what, specifically? You not doing things right?

[highrisk]

[ ...... ]

Yeah.

[fleshedout]

But you have friends, so you're doing things right. Some things.

[highrisk]

[ hrm. squiggly feelings. a little bit of warm, but also a whole lot of bitter. ]

I mean, I'm trying...

[fleshedout]

...

I think we're all trying, Damien. That's the great secret. There's no handbook to it. Just following some tips, and hoping for the best.

[highrisk]

Following some tips is more than I ever got for this kind of thing.

My ability kicked in when I was eight. I only had to start trying a couple months ago.

[fleshedout]

[....Oh.]

You were alone for so long?

[highrisk]

[ sometimes you overshare just because you're in a bad mood ]

My parents left when I was thirteen.

[fleshedout]

[bullies damien for the lore]

...Why? Because of your ability?

[highrisk]

We had some petty fight and I wanted them to go away, so they did.

By the time my ability wore off they must have decided it was a blessing to have gotten away. So they stayed gone.