Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

As Damian sat and ate he couldn't help but feel sorry for putting Audrey in such an awkward situation. I mean she was eating what, if they were anyone else, would be a romantic meal, in silence, with her brother, that was probably putting a strain on her too. He knew the situation was awkward, but the writhing perversion inside him kept him tense and silent, unable to make any sort of light conversation. So he felt sorry for her, for the burden he was being on her, and dreaded even more his future confession. Damian, despite being a bit smarter than most and also fairly attractive, had a major inferiority complex. Everything was his fault, and unless someone did something to prove their general stupidity, he felt like he was beneath the rest of the world. He figured part of it was getting picked on as a kid, part of it was his overbearing mother, and most of it was just there for no knowable reason. So, a good part of his fear of telling Audrey what he felt went beyond the disgusting and taboo factor, part of it was that he felt like he wasn't good enough for her. When she asked him why he was staring all he could do was nod and watch her wipe imaginary food from her face before hanging his head once more, this time gluing his eyes to his nearly empty plate. He felt guilty about his feelings, so much so that the butterflies in his stomach disagreed with the food and made him question if he could keep his dinner down. He finished his food shortly before Audrey and just stared at his empty plate and wondered about what she would do when he said his piece. Would she slap him for being a degenerate pervert? Would she break down and cry at her moral failure of a brother? Would she call an exorcist to try and purge the wickedness from him? Or would she heave a sigh and tell him it was okay, that she felt the same way? He blushed profusely and was glad for the dimness as he let a small light of hope shine inside him. He snapped his head back up from his plate to stare at her when she finally spoke again. That sounds great, he replied, pushing his chair away from the table to rise. He was about to thank her for doing the dirty work as she collected his plate and kissed him on the cheek. It was quick and light, totally innocent seeming. But it made the boy's eyes shoot wide and his heart race, the way it pounded in his chest he was afraid it would break his sternum, and with all the extra blood pumping he could feel a stirring below the waist. His eyes looked even more wide, like his eyelids were threatening to retreat back into his skull, and he quickly rose, turning away from his sister. He held his hands in front of his crotch, trying to make the gesture look innocent, and raced out into the living room without a word. He must have looked like a jackass, not even saying your welcome to her, but he was terrified of pitching a tent for her. There was no real way to hide it in a kilt and he began to wonder why he chose to wear it that day. His face was burning bright red as he took deep breaths in the middle of the living room, greedily sucking the air down in an attempt to calm himself down, hands still held over his kilt. Calm down, dude, just calm down... he mentally whispered to himself. He decided to try and name all the corvid species he could think of in North America to quell his excitement, much like 'real men' would think about baseball, or some other such thing. It worked, and it helped him calm down as he began to ready their playing space. Green jay, common raven, Stellar's jay... He listed off the birds in his head as he cleared all the things off the coffee table, including his ashtray and incense burner and roach. He set them all in a mostly empty drawer in the entertainment center that supported the TV and picked up coffee table, which he carried into the dining room and propped up against the wall, to give them more space. He pushed the couches back a bit, further increasing their floor space, and even went to the garage where he grabbed a medium-sized Coleman cooler for the booze. Florida scrub jay, yellow-billed magpie, American crow, fish crow, Clark's nutcracker... Okay, I think I'm good... He nodded solemnly to himself and entered the kitchen with the cooler to grab the drinks. Sorry about that, I really had to go to the bathroom, he lied to Audrey when he stepped into the kitchen. He first grabbed the liquor off the counter and set them gently into the cooler he carried under one arm. Then he walked to the fridge and threw open the freezer, where he kept a few frozen gel packs he used to keep his lunch cool when he went to school. He tossed them into the Coleman before he opened the fridge proper and added the beers. He poked his head out and turned to face his sister, While I'm in here, is there anything you want as a chaser or mixer? Or are you the kid of drinker with brass balls who takes everything straight up?