DAMIEN CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

GIVE ME A SHITPOST

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[fleshedout]

Exactly.

...Why do you want to even kill someone in charge anyways? Do you really think that will fix things?

[highrisk]

Because I don't fucking like being held prisoner.

It might force a change. Worth a shot.

[fleshedout]

And if it makes the noose tighten around your neck? What will you do then?

[highrisk]

Then I would deal with that when it happens.

[fleshedout]

There's a fine line between confidence and arrogance and you're crossing it, Damien.

[highrisk]

[ an incredulous little laugh? ]

You're surprised that I'm crossing lines?

[fleshedout]

Crossing lines, sure. Showing yourself as an idiot, no, not expected. Unless that's usual for you?

[highrisk]

Think whatever you want.

[fleshedout]

...

[She huffs at that, closing her eyes and folding her arms.]

Once again, do you want me to get you out of here?

[highrisk]

I don't want anything from you.

[fleshedout]

I'm not going to ask anything in return, if that's your issue.

[highrisk]

It's not. I don't care what you want.

[fleshedout]

I don't care what you want, either.

[Just shakes her head.]

But whatever. I won't push it. I can just tell this place doesn't make you comfortable.

[highrisk]

It's...

[ why was he about to tell her it's fine. stop. ]

No one would be comfortable right now.

[fleshedout]

No one should be comfortable.

[And she doesn't think anyone is.]

Doesn't mean we need to make ourselves feel worse for no reason.

[highrisk]

[ a long... moment of internal debate.

why is everyone so insistent on being nice to him when he's very aggressively giving them reasons not to? ]

I don't want to be here for another second.

[fleshedout]

Okay. Let's go.

[is he like. in thepod or what's happening here. is she going to bridal carry him out]

[highrisk]

[ he nods and starts to get up. he was just sitting somewhere after being patched up, i am not dealing with a pod situation...

but he shouldn't be moving yet, judging by how uncomfortable he looks, putting a hand over his abdomen. ah well. power through it.

he's looking around like he doesn't expect to be allowed to just leave? like he expects someone to come in and push him back down any second. ]

[fleshedout]

[She's also looking, but hey, there's no one here.]

[Bluntly:]

Need some help?

[highrisk]

No.

[ yes... ]

[fleshedout]

[She's putting an arm around his shoulder.]

Hold onto me. Come on.

[highrisk]

[ he hates it but thank you, he will. ]

... Don't think we can assume toys are harmless anymore.

[fleshedout]

[time to head out!!]

Absolutely not. I think anything that's given to us should be considered as something possibly dangerous.

[highrisk]

[ he just nods...

ohhh, miss pants, so big and strong ]

[fleshedout]

[twists damien into a pretzel]