DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

GIVE ME A SHITPOST

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[highrisk]

[ sometimes you expect bad things from yourself so much that seeing them happen is a relief.

it doesn't really cancel out the bad feelings, though... ]

[fleshedout]

[Wiping at her eyes, finally, and speaking.]

Just let me be tired, Damien.

[highrisk]

... Sure. Enjoy hanging out with the tombstones.

[fleshedout]

[A huff.]

You can be tired, too.

[highrisk]

[ ............. he sits down beside her. ]

[fleshedout]

[That's right, binch. She sniffs.]

You never did tell me your secret as a trade.

[highrisk]

[ he was hoping she'd forget. it was part of him making a big fuss over nothing to distract her but. well. he made the mistake of sitting down instead of leaving. ]

... Marie was gonna come home with me.

If that was even possible.

[ but it doesn't really matter now! ]

[fleshedout]

....Marie deserved that.

[Her expression is solemn.]

It was nice of you to offer that to her.

[highrisk]

[ he's sad! predictably. ]

She was the one that asked.

[ and that matters so much, that matters more than anything, that's the entire world. ]

[fleshedout]

[A sudden shift to light amusement.]

And here you were saying you didn't know the rules. People want you in their lives, Damien.

[highrisk]

[ ... he looks at hot pants. and then away...

marie's dead anyway, so! ]

[fleshedout]

...Thank you for sharing your secret with me.

[highrisk]

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, whatever. Just don't go repeating it.

[fleshedout]

My lips are sealed.