DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

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[fleshedout]

...

[Puts both the regular photo and the one with cat ears on her phone.]

There.

[highrisk]

Both...?

[ embarrassing... ]

[fleshedout]

Yeah. I like both.

[highrisk]

Hm.

[ he holds his hand out for photos. give. ]

[fleshedout]

[Giving the photos! Here u go nerd.]

[highrisk]

[ ....... he will put one of them on his phone. ]

[fleshedout]

....

[her face is 8|]


[but her eyes are very 8)]

[highrisk]

[ don't look at him with those smiling eyes!

he hands the rest of the sticker sheet back ]

[fleshedout]

[She pockets it.]

Maybe its the last photos you'll ever take, but...I like them.

[highrisk]

Meh. They're fine.

[fleshedout]

High praise from you.

[Heh.]

But its something worth remembering.

[highrisk]

Yeah. Wouldn't want to forget all the torture we've gone through together. All the good times. The murders.

[fleshedout]

[GIVING HIM A VERY DRY LOOK]

Finding out about you and Crow being intimate. Good times, Damien.

[the tone here is YOU ABSOLUTE DONKEY]

[highrisk]

[ can you not

say that ]

[fleshedout]

[THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO RUIN A GOOD MOMENT, BINCH]

You know what I mean, Damien. Not what I just said. The stuff before.

[highrisk]

[ aaaaaAAAAAAAAa ]

I know what you mean but you still don't have to say it!

[fleshedout]

If you start complaining on me again like that, I'll bring it up.

[>8/ its her equivalent of spraying him with water like a nasty cat like HEY REMEMBER WHEN I FOUND OUT YOU GUYS HAD SEX (WATER SPRAYING SOUND)]

We've been through terrible things here. But the people we met here are good. That's what matters.

[highrisk]

I - it's not that big a deal!

[ he says, being the one who makes it a big deal. GOD AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE SEX!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

but. hmn. a little nod to that last part, though... ]

[fleshedout]

Mmhmm.

[right....]

So that's why this is important. If we do get out of this mess, I have something to remember you by.

[highrisk]

... I'm used to making people forget me when I leave.

[fleshedout]

[She stares at him for a moment, and lifts up the phone.]

And even if you do that to me, I'll have this. So I can look at it and say "hey, I took a picture with this guy. Must be a friend."

[highrisk]

[ he looks at their expressions on these stickers and isn't sure that's reasonable, but sure. ]

Well. Can't do it anymore, anyway.

[fleshedout]

If you had a chance to do it again, would you?

[highrisk]

[ hrm. ]

... I dunno.