| action ➞ the park ; mid-morning |
( It’s just your normal, average day at the park, right? Well, to an extent. If you’re especially perceptive, you might notice a small, dark haired boy in one corner of the park, looking up at the branches of a tall tree. )
How the hell did you even manage to get yourself up there?
( He scowls. Damian is, in
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What the fuck do you think you're doing, brat?
[Sigh.]
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Quick, Damian, deflect! )
What the hell does it look like?
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[He doesn't really seem all that interested in the plight of the kitten, however.]
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You'd rather I let it get itself squashed falling out of here?
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Be careful or you'll hurt it.
[...She's talking about the tree, not the cat.]
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I'm almost entirely certain it'll live.
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Go on then. Don't mind me staring.
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What are you doing?
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Absolutely nothing.
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... did you bring a cat here earlier?
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. . . Hello.
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Sir.
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