[ It's hard to tell whether the food retrieval is an exchange between lord and servant, or between stray and rescuer. Damian certainly fits the bill as both lord and cat with the way he sniffs the plantains, suspicious; picking one up, he nibbles at it, before making short work of the piece with quick, small bites, and then attacks another.
He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been, in between the nausea and the exhaustion and wandering the city, looking for clues to find the location of the scientists who could send him back. ]
It's acceptable. [ The plantains are amazing, but that's as far as his grudging praise goes. ] These will be fine.
[ Too much food would be pushing it. Also, he hates when the corn gets stuck in his teeth. ]
I used to be an only child. [ Adored, doted upon, the Alexander to her Olympias. But did she ever love him? Who knows. Probably not. ] I have brothers, now.
We fight, too. [ He adds, a muted smirk playing across his lips. Fights that Damian has mostly won. ]
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He hadn't realized how hungry he'd been, in between the nausea and the exhaustion and wandering the city, looking for clues to find the location of the scientists who could send him back. ]
It's acceptable. [ The plantains are amazing, but that's as far as his grudging praise goes. ] These will be fine.
[ Too much food would be pushing it. Also, he hates when the corn gets stuck in his teeth. ]
I used to be an only child. [ Adored, doted upon, the Alexander to her Olympias. But did she ever love him? Who knows. Probably not. ] I have brothers, now.
We fight, too. [ He adds, a muted smirk playing across his lips. Fights that Damian has
mostlywon. ]