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Character(s): bratbeyond and zeroth_card
Location: Dorm A115
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: It's high time these roommates finally interacted... even if it was prompted by Damian clumsily sneaking back in the middle of the night.
Another night, another incredibly boring round of patrols. (What was this place? Happy unicorn land?) Tired of "absolutely nothing" happening, Damian ditched patrols early - meaning around midnight - and snuck back into his dorm through the window.
His boots caught against the windowsill on his way in... and before he knew it, he could hear them loudly vibrate against the wooden floor. Slag. Damian cursed under his breath as he fully brought himself inside. He'd been so good about sneaking out before! Well, he supposed his roommate - some Arisato guy - would have to notice the late-night disappearances eventually.
Hurriedly changing out of his costume before the roommate would come out to question him, Damian clumsily put his pajamas on backwards. (Not to mention, his mask had been clumsily ripped off- and was that raw skin? That'd be fun to explain in the morning.)
Before he knew it, his gadgets - batarangs and all - continued to beep incredibly loudly. At this rate, Damian doubted that their neighbors couldn't hear them. Cursing them out, Damian grimaced, "Really? This so isn't perf. Come on, come on..."
Stuffing them into a giant box, Damian attempted to muffle the loud noises. Was it successful? Well, he didn't hear anything--- beep.
He kicked the box again. "Slagged junk. Can't you do anything right?"
Location: Dorm A115
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: It's high time these roommates finally interacted... even if it was prompted by Damian clumsily sneaking back in the middle of the night.
Another night, another incredibly boring round of patrols. (What was this place? Happy unicorn land?) Tired of "absolutely nothing" happening, Damian ditched patrols early - meaning around midnight - and snuck back into his dorm through the window.
His boots caught against the windowsill on his way in... and before he knew it, he could hear them loudly vibrate against the wooden floor. Slag. Damian cursed under his breath as he fully brought himself inside. He'd been so good about sneaking out before! Well, he supposed his roommate - some Arisato guy - would have to notice the late-night disappearances eventually.
Hurriedly changing out of his costume before the roommate would come out to question him, Damian clumsily put his pajamas on backwards. (Not to mention, his mask had been clumsily ripped off- and was that raw skin? That'd be fun to explain in the morning.)
Before he knew it, his gadgets - batarangs and all - continued to beep incredibly loudly. At this rate, Damian doubted that their neighbors couldn't hear them. Cursing them out, Damian grimaced, "Really? This so isn't perf. Come on, come on..."
Stuffing them into a giant box, Damian attempted to muffle the loud noises. Was it successful? Well, he didn't hear anything--- beep.
He kicked the box again. "Slagged junk. Can't you do anything right?"