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[allthefunever]

Damon Salvatore doesn't go on walks. Useless hippies go on walks. Stefan goes on walks. In nature, where he admires all the goodness of this green earth then rips something fluffy into a bloody mess and then cries a single, perfect tear over the waste while MCR whines about something atonally in the background. Maybe that stupid Sarah McLachlan

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give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[So, River is back in that strange habit of touching everything. It's a very engrossing habit, more so when there are a few Extras with the temerity to grab things back from her, and it takes a second for Damon's outburst to register before she looks up.]

It's seasonal.

[And with a weird eyebrow waggle of her own (what, Damon isn't the king of weird faces, he doesn't even have a crown) she goes back to grabbing random items from a shop's street display. It's ornaments, mostly, and when she comes upon one in a particular shade of blue she tosses it over her shoulder and it shatters prettily right inside the annoying Santa's empty donation bin.]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

It's annoying.

[ but oh hey, tiny troll. damon likes you, so you get a pass on that one. he shoves his tablet back in his pocket and falls in step with the littlest kleptomaniac, watching her steal everything in sight with amusement.

when the ornament lands, he whistles. ]

Ten points.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

They'll end. It goes in cycles.

[ she's seen enough of them by now, and there's less going in her pockets now than is being touched and then carelessly replaced. nothing here is interesting or useful, which would be more disappointing if throwing breakable things wasn't so much fun.

here, damon, have your own ornament to throw. the fact that her hand is lingering a little when she hands it over is completely natural, really. ]

Aim high.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

Annoying cycles.

[ mature, damon. very mature.

damon takes the ornament and hands it over, his own hand lingering just slightly; then he tosses his, and it shatters right next to hers, inside the barrel. ]

I usually do. Stealing yourself a few Christmas gifts?

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

Gifts were yesterday.

[ at least damon is in good mature company.

then, as if operating on some springboard impulse, river catapults herself forward and up. the kiss is clumsy, rushed and forceful with an added clack of teeth against teeth, but it ends quickly when she rocks back down to her heels. ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

And today's for throwing the breakable things? I knew there was a reason I liked you.

[ damon looks genuinely nonplussed for a moment before a slow grin stretches over his mouth, smug and knowing. ]

Ah, ah, ah. That's not how you do it. [ she's light, bird bones fragile feeling, and it's easy to tug her close and up. ] This is how you do it.

[ call it misplaced chivalry, old habits dying hard or a well-hidden sense of decency, but the kiss damon gives river isn't like the one he gave max. jailbait isn't an issue for one damon salvatore, but getting killed in the process is. ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[ well it's not like they're standing in front of a display of wooden pointy things (though the tiny miniature decorative trees might count, though in river's humble vampire fighting opinion they'd be less than effective) but the caution, however intentioned, is well placed. she doesn't push back or bite or rail against it, just follows, fumbling, until it's over. ]

It's seasonal, too.

[ and she turns, red-faced, to the ornaments and tosses another one. this time, though, it bounces off the rim of the barrel and smashes on the street. ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

[ damon's seen this little girl bend and then go straight like people really shouldn't be able to. a little caution might be in season, no matter how out of character it is.

...all right, and there are still the relics of a good southern gentleman hidden under the debauched modern man. ]

Well, that's something. [ mouth tugging up in a smile, damon snags another ornament and places it in river's hand. ] Here.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[ she cants her head to the side and looks at the ornament, as if it's some strange new spherical bug to be examined and classified. river is even holding it with a certain amount of gentle care, unlike its predecessors and their subsequent violent ends.

when she finally responds, it's with more seriousness than the situation really requires, a kind of curious confusion. ]

Is it a gift? [ honestly this would be much simpler if he wasn't so gorram quiet. ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

[ with a burst of indulgent tenderness-- he gets them, sometimes-- damon smooths a piece of hair back off river's forehead and laughs. ]

Call it an opening volley.

[ well, that's reassuring. ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[ river takes that into consideration for a moment, both volley and the implications thereof, then sticks her tongue out at him in a show of her astoundingly superior maturity, grace, and wit. it should also be noted that, as far as tongue-sticking goes, this is positively friendly. companionable, even.

are you astounded, damon? because you should be.

(she is, however, pocketing the ornament instead of throwing it anywhere.) ]

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[allthefunever]

[ of all the trolling partners and patsies and people in all of taxon, river is the one least likely to be hurt by damon. (physically, at least.) partially because something tells him she could take care of herself; partially because she is never, ever boring. the stuck out tongue garners a grin, and a genuine laugh; it's amused rather than lecherous, and echoes of the big brother he used to be are more apparent than ever. ]

Careful, rabbit. [ she's valuable enough to get a nickname; and appreciated enough it's a nicer, personal one. ] You stick that thing out, someone will assume you mean to use it.

give me that hand, please, and the itch you can't control;

[biverbam]

[ well, it isn't like river does any better with boredom than damon. she just tends to be less destructive in her pursuit of annoying the hell out of her brother. for the moment, though, she does not look even remotely amused as she busies herself with the wares on display. ]

The range of movement is limited. [ beat, because obviously damon should be aware of this already. ] Practical use of muscular hydrostats are better suited to cephalopods.

[ do not ask where that came from; research is kind of gross sometimes. ]