[ He's holed up with Titus in the house he'd staked out earlier. Early in the morning he decides where he's coming back to, and a few hours before nightfall he usually doubles back, prepares to hunker down. Rations tight as they are, he has to sleep more to make up for it; best someplace safe.
He's fiddling with the tablet, glancing through the unfiltered messages, when he hears Colin's stutter, nearly drowned out by the howl of the wind.
(Nothing to be immediately alarmed over. The storm's raging outside of his own building, loud enough to be heard, too.)
Audio back. Damian doesn't like to show his face if he can help it. ]
What, have you already gotten tired of writing '80085' into the calculator screen?
[ ('Boobs,' Colin had once shown him, with a laugh, and Damian didn't bother to hide the judgment in his stare.) ]
ONE you monster
He's fiddling with the tablet, glancing through the unfiltered messages, when he hears Colin's stutter, nearly drowned out by the howl of the wind.
(Nothing to be immediately alarmed over. The storm's raging outside of his own building, loud enough to be heard, too.)
Audio back. Damian doesn't like to show his face if he can help it. ]
What, have you already gotten tired of writing '80085' into the calculator screen?
[ ('Boobs,' Colin had once shown him, with a laugh, and Damian didn't bother to hide the judgment in his stare.) ]