Event Eighteen.

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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. Welcome to Awash's eighteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[bittybat]

You were... sick?

[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]

[stripedown]

I was hurt.

[ 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.

[bittybat]

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.]

[stripedown]

[ Kisa winces, moving closer to the bed to join Titus. Look, the poor dog needs comfort and that was loud. ]

Only because I was trying to follow you... I was really scared I wouldn't be able to find you if I stayed behind.

[bittybat]

[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.

[stripedown]

[ Kisa rubs the top of Titus' massive head, taking a quiet breath as she does so. ]

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. ]

[bittybat]

[Another flush creeps back into his face despite the storm going on outside. He clears his throat in a way that sounds almost like a cough.]

You can always be with me. Just like everyone else. [He glances down, back up, and then pokes over his heart.] Right here. [The hand wavers during another sharp crack of thunder. The lantern winks, and Titus whines softly.

Damian finally climbs up and moves over to join them on the edge of the bed, reaching out to give Titus some rubs.]

I'm glad you can. I think the storm would be a lot more scary if I didn't have anyone.

[stripedown]

You'd still have Titus and Pennyworth. But... I'm glad, if I could help.

[ please stop flustering her by telling her she's in your heart, tiny Damian. ]

my typo yikes

[bittybat]

They're my friends, but... [They're actually only animals. He values them as much as people, but they can't talk...] I'm glad they're here, too.

But I'm glad you're here more.

[stripedown]

... I won't go anywhere. Even if I might not exist like this...

[ She gestures to herself. ]

I promise... I'll be here.

[bittybat]

[Damian actually smiles at this. It's genuine, but not something ever really seen on his "normal" face very often. Something boyish and shy, something happy.] Okay. I believe you. [He leans in against Titus as Pennyworth creeps, like liquid, up onto the bed to ball up in the midst of all of them.

There's another rattling, loud crack of thunder, the sound of wind beating relentlessly against the wood of the house. But Damian doesn't seem to even notice it at all.]

I'm glad we met. I like you a lot, and... I would be sad if you left. Don't forget, okay?

[stripedown]

I won't forget.

[ Because she's the flushed one now, even as she tips her chin up to listen more intently to the storm. Or maybe that's exactly why she's listening so carefully. ]

Even if you tell me to... I won't ever forget that. Because... I'm the same.