Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

I can do salmon, he said with a nod. I could grill it out back and make, like, a rice dish on the side or something. I can also do shrimp and penne. He climbed carefully into the passenger seat, not wanting to flash his sister accidentally because his kilt caught something inside. He was not bare under his kilt, though he was doing best he had on a jockstrap for underwear, though he was pretty his sister wouldn't appreciate the sight regardless. He wanted to go traditional, which meant commando, but he promised he wouldn't. Their mom despised Damian's eccentricities, and discouraged them as best as possible, but for years the big gift he asked for for birthdays or Christmas was a kilt. When she finally caved and bought it for him last December, it came with a rule he couldn't wear it in public their mother wishes that was the end of it without wearing something underneath. He promised he wouldn't, and the next time he got paid he went out to the sports store and bought himself a few jockstraps, as close to nude as he could get. While they drove he hung his right arm out of the window and let the wind dry his wet hair. He started making a mental list of what he knew they had at the house while also making a list of potential dinners. When they parked he quickly climbed and pulled a folding brush from one of his many pockets, forcing painfully through his recently dried and tangled hair. He finished, shoving his brush back in it's place and wiping a small tear from the corner of his eye, while Audrey grabbed the cart and started on without him. He jogged and caught up with her just as the entered the building, with Damian glaring up at the AC unit over the door for tossing his hair around after he just painstakingly brushed through it. When he heard his sister tell him they were going to buy ice cream he opened his mouth for just a second he wasn't going to protest, who didn't want ice cream? He was just going to suggest that they grab the frozen treat after they got everything else, to avoid it melting more than it had to. He was about say this thought out loud when Audrey turned him around and started shoving him out the aisle. But you said... he trailed off with his meager protestation when he heard his sister's name shouted at a volume that should be considered noise pollution. He turned his head back to look over his shoulder at the voice he knew disturbed his sleep. So this hyperactive little shit was Alexander, huh? Damian was colored unimpressed. You said you were gonna stop being such a dickhead Damian reminded himself. That's when he wrapped himself around Audrey. Though, that was on the condition I blazed first... He turned around to get a better look at Audrey's friends just as the tall girl stepped up. He couldn't help but grin at the scene his three elders were making in the ice cream aisle. Mostly he was entertained by, and proud of, his sister's responses to Alexander. Then his heart sank into the pit of his stomach as the other man's attention was shifted to him. You heard so much about me, huh? the boy thought, struggling to keep the detestation he felt from showing up on his face. I've heard so much from you, and we just met. The cute comment stopped him up and niggled at him inside. If it was any other male saying that he could walk away, let it all slide off him like water off a duck's back. However, today, them's fightin' words. As much as he could picture landing a solid punch on Alexander's jaw, sending a tooth flying, he kept himself down for everyone's sake. Damian forced a small smile and stretched his hand out to the boy who was clinging to his sister. It's good to meet you too, Alexander, he said as he shook the other boy's hand, deliberately ignoring his request to go by Alex. I can't say I've heard a lot about you, but from what Audrey has told me you guys seem like good friends. I'm glad she has you to watch out for her. Yeah, you look out for Audrey like a chihuahua guards a house. he thought snidely, wanting nothing more than to crush Alexander's hand in his grip.