Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been really busy. Suffice to say work's being mean to me right now XP Damian weakly but quickly nodded in response to his sister's request and slipped into the kitchen. He was grateful she asked for tea, since it left him time to himself, away from her. He had no idea why he was having such horrid thoughts, and determined to figure it out before he returned to Audrey. So, despite the fact that their mother kept a box of chamomile and a box of Lipton black tea bags, he turned the stove on and headed to the fridge. Damian had loved tea for years, ever since Audrey ordered a cup from the little Barnie's coffee shop in the local mall and she let him try it. Try it, he drank the whole thing, much to his sister's annoyance. Since that day he had steadily accumulated various loose-leaf teas and a few accessories, like his cast iron kettle and porcelain tea set that he kept in his room. So he stood on his tiptoes and rifled through the cabinet above the fridge, which his mom had allowed him to use for his teas and things. He decided on jasmine oolong, his favorite, and grabbed his daily-use kettle as well. He filled the thing with water and set it on the stove top before slumping into a chair and resting his head on the table. He pondered the odd feelings he was having for his sister. He wasn't just thinking deplorable things, he was feeling them, which he believed made the situation even worse. The boy figured a lot of this just stemmed from puberty that must be the reason he never had such feelings before, right? That made no sense to him, though. He didn't want to tear the clothes off every pretty woman he saw, though to be fair he did think that about a good few of them. No, this was... different. It wasn't just sexual urges he was feeling, there was something else that was hard to define wriggling deep down inside him. He couldn't name that feeling, he never felt it before. That bothered him deeply. It wasn't the anticipation of scoring, like he felt when the drunk girls stumbled into him and listlessly ran their hands up and down his arms at parties. It wasn't fear, wasn't the butterflies in his stomach he felt when he heard sirens with a blunt between his lips. It wasn't quite happiness either, at least not the kind he usually felt when he cuddled with Sheela or when he got new comics and had the day off to get high and read them. This feeling was a really weird combination of all those, with sprinklings of other emotions he couldn't nail down trace emotions. Could it be... love? He scoffed aloud at that idea and raised his head, though his gaze remained fixed on the wood grain of the tabletop. Yeah, it's love alright, he thought sarcastically. I don't even know what love is. Not that kind. I love my dog, I love my comic shop, I love weed, I love my family, I love... Audrey... Well, yeah I guess I do, but as a sister... Right? He had no romantic experience, not even a crush at school to pine over he felt like most of the girls there were too snobby or too unintelligent to ever be compatible with him. But Audrey, well she was his best human friend for years, even though they still had their issues as siblings. They were certainly compatible, the proof being that she could fall asleep on top of him after being gone for 3 years. That was it! Damian's eyes widened as the kettle whistled sharply, drawing the dog's attention. That's why he was feeling these weird things, because she was his best friend! or at least used to be. He got up and pulled the tea pot off the burner and grabbed the jasmine oolong, which he dumped into mesh strainer which he in turn dumped into the pot. He imagined that boys who grew up with girls as their best friends all felt this way at some point. It was just his hormones over exaggerating his bond with Audrey, it had to be! He smiled with relief and set the kitchen timer for 2 minutes, somewhere between Asian and Western steep times for oolong. He chuckled lightly to himself as he squatted and scratched Sheela on the head. It's just my crazy teenaged hormones, right girl? he cooed to the canine who licked his face happily. He was away from his best friend for years, in which puberty happened, so of course her return would do something weird. Damian repeated similar dumb sentiments to himself mentally to regain his cool as he loved on his dog while he waited for the tea. He also figured he wasn't high enough, which was something he was eager to remedy as the timer buzzed, startling the boy into falling on his ass. He scrambled up onto his feet and shut the annoying thing off before he went to the cup cabinet. He pulled out two big, thick mugs and filled them with tea before he grabbed the little honey-bear from atop the stove and carried them out to his sister. He was smiling cheerily with the dog at his heels, feeling like he had a good grip on his crazy thoughtsemotions. I hope you like jasmine, he said as he handed her a mug. It's one of my favorite flavors. He sat back down on the couch and sipped his tea a few times before he grabbed the blunt off the table and re-lit it. Ah, there we go...