Who told you so, dilly dilly, Who told you so? ‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so.
ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
Perhaps that's why this bonding is so...aggressive.
Because you're in for quite the shock on this otherwise peaceful day when you brush against the next person on your path.
Maybe you're going out of your way to touch people. Maybe you've got a terrible urge to just see what's lurking in someone's heart. Maybe you trip over a conveniently placed rock -- whatever the cause, you're getting an up close and personal look into someone else's heart.
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I don't know. I think don't think they were. [Carefully, Damian pours some of the fine seed from his hands into Kisa's own.] I can't just... feel they're my friends, and then they were here.
[He can't really touch his heart with his hands full, but it's fine. He leads Kisa back out toward the beach where he squats down. It must be a routine. Kid Flash seems to know what the hands-out-squat means and races toward them.]
Whatever they were before... I can tell they're really important to you.
[ And she'll copy Damian's pose, lowering herself down to let Kid Flash go to town on the seed carefully cupped in her palms. Damian may have better luck trying to grab him. ]
[Damian thinks about maybe leading Kid Flash back by scooting with their hands out, but with Kisa here, it'd make it easier to grab the chicken. Carefully, when Kid Flash is preoccupied with Kisa's seed, Damian dumps the rest of his in Kisa's hands. He dusts his off very gently.
Waits.
And then he reaches out suddenly to claw-capture Kid Flash on each side with his hands. The poor chicken tries to Leave, but its spindly feet wheel hopelessly in the air when Damian lifts.]
Gotcha.
[The crack of thunder is louder this time, closer.]
It's okay. [Surprisingly, he smiles, and it's meant to be reassuring.] I'll protect you. [Carefully, he tucks the chicken securely between his arm and his side, and with his other hand, he takes Kisa's own to lead her back toward the house and the coop.]
You can go in the house. I'll come in when I get them inside.
Heh. Okay. [Instead of letting Kisa go, he leads them to the coop with chicken in tow. Only there does he let her go so he can put Kid Flash in the pen. He has to make sure they are hidden away in the little house, but he returns at the resounding boom of more thunder.
The wind has picked up. That eerie, windy calm before a summer storm.] Pennyworth! Titus! Let’s go! [He offers his hand back to Kisa.] Come on.
[ Well, if the animals are safe, Kisa's content and perfectly fine with grasping Damian's (smaller) hand again and letting him take the lead. There's a lot about his heart that she thinks she definitely needs to sift through much later, but for now? She'll keep rolling with it. ]
[It really seems like the playhouse probably won't stand up to the storm that's coming. It's fine. It's sturdily made, but still only crafted out of wood. Damian drags Kisa up and inside, letting her go in while he waits for an overly large Great Dane and a tuxedo cat.
Titus comes in first, naturally. In comparison to (this) Damian, and even Kisa, Titus is a mountain of a dog. Thankfully, he's gentle, and does little more than push his cold and wet nose into Kisa and sniff away.
Pennyworth takes his time. Damian demands, "Hurry up!" once or twice, but it's the next loud crack of thunder that sends the cat scurrying over the threshold with a bottle-brush tail.]
[ Poor Pennyworth. Kisa shoots the cat a sympathetic look, though she can't do much more than that when she's got a mountain of a dog delicately sniffing at her and granting her just enough room to rub his muzzle and the top of his head.
This is going to be a fun experience, she thinks, and by fun, she additionally thinks it might not be fun at all. But at least they're together. ]
Titus. [Sorry about his dog. Damian gives Titus' flank a little pat-pat to distract the dog from its intent sniffing. It thankfully works. Pennyworth has to pause to groom in an effort to pretend he hadn't been scared shitless by the thunder outside.] It's okay. He's an obedient dog, and he won't bite unless you're a threat. He likes you.
[The next echo of thunder rattles the wood of the playhouse some. Damian glances around, listening, and then exchanges a glance with Kisa.] You can sit if you want. [The house is too tiny to be full of a lot of wild stuff. It's... funny in its simplicity, but knowing Damian, there's no surprise in how organized things are. A line of jars on a shelf full of God knows what. A square table against the wall with two chairs. An even smaller bed with several blankets as a mattress. A strange, but endearing wooden play stove; it looks like Damian had been making some childish concoction by the things sitting on it. The last wall has a jacket on a hook, a pair of mud boots below, a small chest, and an assortment of things lumped together in the corner. A fishing pole, a long bow and two arrows, an axe, a hammer.
On the table is a lantern, powered by--batteries maybe? Damian flips the switch and turns it on the lowest setting.]
[ After a moment, Kisa sinks down, glancing around inquisitively. Yeah... this house is pretty much got Damian written all over it. Simple, yes, but incredibly organized-- and just seeing it makes her smile. Organized, full of necessities, and housing animals. ]
[As hilarious as it seems, Titus takes the bed. The dog is twice as big as it is, long and spindly legs hanging over the edge and head over the end. Ridiculous. Pennyworth takes up residence on the table as expected, high enough to see and be seen, by the light source, and level with higher intelligence.]
Huh? Oh... It’s nothing great. It’s enough to sleep and do some things. I spend most of my time outside. Unless there’s a storm.
[He takes the seat on the opposite side of her as another ring of thunder peels across the sky, shaking the house. If it isn’t over them, it’s close. The rain hasn’t started just yet. The lightning mostly unseen without windows can sometimes be spotted beneath the line of the door.]
You came on the worst day. With a storm. I can’t even show you the waterfall or anything. Jon is probably hiding too. I hope he’s okay...
Sorry, [ she says automatically, as though Kisa had any semblance of control over hanging out in Damian's heart and what the weather in said heart would be doing. Which, obviously, she doesn't, but it's instinctive at this point. ]
But I'm sure he's okay... and you can show me the waterfall some other time. Like this, I still get to stay with you.
[They could have fried so many eggs on his face, honestly. It goes red again, though not quite as badly as the other times.]
Yeah. He's pretty strong, so... I think he'll be okay. [Not smart, however... RIP.] I have some books in a drawer if you want one. I don't have anything fun in here since I don't stay long. Sorry.
[He pauses and glances up when the wind snaps by rather roughly, quaking the house around them. Titus lifts his head and whines softly.] It's okay, boy. [To Kisa:] There's some candy in the jars, too.
A few times... when I was in the hospital for a little while. [ Thanks, Akito. ]
And when... no one at school would talk to me. They just laughed if I tried talking... so I stopped, eventually. It just... got easier to stop trying at all, even when it came to finding company.
[Damian looks worriedly shocked, but then typically and hilariously angry. It's like a little chihuahua being mad, and not a violent anger. He's mad on her behalf.]
What they did was mean and stupid. I'm glad you can talk again. I like hearing your voice. It reminds me... people still want to talk to me, too.
Heh heh. [Damian gives a kind of beaming grin, self satisfied for once not about him, but someone being rallier by him.] You're already braver. You started talking again, right? And you came here! Through the cave. It's pretty dangerous.
[The next clap of thunder is loud, and Damian looks considerably shocked, shoulders hunched. The thunder brings with it the heavy downpour of a storm. Titus shifts on the bed and whines again. Pennyworth has hilariously disappeared--probably under the bed.]
[Though big and regal and intimidating, Titus definitely soaks up the comforting attention. Damian keeps his eyes on the edges of the little house for a while, watchful. The lightning blooms in cracks and beneath the door periodically, followed soon by loud cracks of rumbling thundee.]
It was still brave. Even if you were scared, you tried anyway. Being brave... means you keep going especially when you’re really scared.
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ouch is one of the most intimate, romantic ways to be close to someone else. The Town knows this very well -- the Town wants everyone to be as close as possible.
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[ What odd wording. But okay, she'll obediently extend her palms in front of her, hands pressed together. ]
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[He can't really touch his heart with his hands full, but it's fine. He leads Kisa back out toward the beach where he squats down. It must be a routine. Kid Flash seems to know what the hands-out-squat means and races toward them.]
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[ And she'll copy Damian's pose, lowering herself down to let Kid Flash go to town on the seed carefully cupped in her palms. Damian may have better luck trying to grab him. ]
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Waits.
And then he reaches out suddenly to claw-capture Kid Flash on each side with his hands. The poor chicken tries to Leave, but its spindly feet wheel hopelessly in the air when Damian lifts.]
Gotcha.
[The crack of thunder is louder this time, closer.]
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[ And Kisa heaves a sigh of relief, dusting off her own hands once all of the seed is gone and Kid Flash has been caught.
The crack of thunder makes her flinch, just a bit. ]
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You can go in the house. I'll come in when I get them inside.
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[ it just startled her, she's fine. ]
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The wind has picked up. That eerie, windy calm before a summer storm.] Pennyworth! Titus! Let’s go! [He offers his hand back to Kisa.] Come on.
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[ Well, if the animals are safe, Kisa's content and perfectly fine with grasping Damian's (smaller) hand again and letting him take the lead. There's a lot about his heart that she thinks she definitely needs to sift through much later, but for now? She'll keep rolling with it. ]
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Titus comes in first, naturally. In comparison to (this) Damian, and even Kisa, Titus is a mountain of a dog. Thankfully, he's gentle, and does little more than push his cold and wet nose into Kisa and sniff away.
Pennyworth takes his time. Damian demands, "Hurry up!" once or twice, but it's the next loud crack of thunder that sends the cat scurrying over the threshold with a bottle-brush tail.]
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This is going to be a fun experience, she thinks, and by fun, she additionally thinks it might not be fun at all. But at least they're together. ]
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[The next echo of thunder rattles the wood of the playhouse some. Damian glances around, listening, and then exchanges a glance with Kisa.] You can sit if you want. [The house is too tiny to be full of a lot of wild stuff. It's... funny in its simplicity, but knowing Damian, there's no surprise in how organized things are. A line of jars on a shelf full of God knows what. A square table against the wall with two chairs. An even smaller bed with several blankets as a mattress. A strange, but endearing wooden play stove; it looks like Damian had been making some childish concoction by the things sitting on it. The last wall has a jacket on a hook, a pair of mud boots below, a small chest, and an assortment of things lumped together in the corner. A fishing pole, a long bow and two arrows, an axe, a hammer.
On the table is a lantern, powered by--batteries maybe? Damian flips the switch and turns it on the lowest setting.]
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This is... really just like you.
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Huh? Oh... It’s nothing great. It’s enough to sleep and do some things. I spend most of my time outside. Unless there’s a storm.
[He takes the seat on the opposite side of her as another ring of thunder peels across the sky, shaking the house. If it isn’t over them, it’s close. The rain hasn’t started just yet. The lightning mostly unseen without windows can sometimes be spotted beneath the line of the door.]
You came on the worst day. With a storm. I can’t even show you the waterfall or anything. Jon is probably hiding too. I hope he’s okay...
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But I'm sure he's okay... and you can show me the waterfall some other time. Like this, I still get to stay with you.
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Yeah. He's pretty strong, so... I think he'll be okay. [Not smart, however... RIP.] I have some books in a drawer if you want one. I don't have anything fun in here since I don't stay long. Sorry.
[He pauses and glances up when the wind snaps by rather roughly, quaking the house around them. Titus lifts his head and whines softly.] It's okay, boy. [To Kisa:] There's some candy in the jars, too.
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[ Your poor, sad, whining dog... ]
When I was alone, I used to just sit and stare at my hands, so this isn't boring.
[ oh my god, Kisa. ]
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He'll be okay. He's a big baby. [Damian gives Titus a glance. And hogging the bed apparently. When he looks back at Kisa, he is visibly stunned.]
When you were alone? When?
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And when... no one at school would talk to me. They just laughed if I tried talking... so I stopped, eventually. It just... got easier to stop trying at all, even when it came to finding company.
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[Damian looks worriedly shocked, but then typically and hilariously angry. It's like a little chihuahua being mad, and not a violent anger. He's mad on her behalf.]
What they did was mean and stupid. I'm glad you can talk again. I like hearing your voice. It reminds me... people still want to talk to me, too.
[he's gonna fucking die when he gets back]
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[ It's fine, and she doesn't seem to want to linger on it, instead offering him a softer look. ]
... Thank you, though. I really like talking to you, Damian. It makes me feel a lot braver.
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[The next clap of thunder is loud, and Damian looks considerably shocked, shoulders hunched. The thunder brings with it the heavy downpour of a storm. Titus shifts on the bed and whines again. Pennyworth has hilariously disappeared--probably under the bed.]
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Only because I was trying to follow you... I was really scared I wouldn't be able to find you if I stayed behind.
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It was still brave. Even if you were scared, you tried anyway. Being brave... means you keep going especially when you’re really scared.
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You'r always saying nice things about me, you know... I think half of why I can do things is because it means I can still be with you if I do.
[ Kisa is also braver around teeny Damian than Bigger Damian. ]
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