[Damian thought he escaped having to talk to people, but he was wrong. Hunting Dave down isn't difficult. He's a detective, and he's good at these things even when people move around.
He appears as Damian himself, holding two aluminum looking cans by the tops in each hand. Dave's damn food was the most ridiculous and cumbersome of the bunch, naturally. Damian has many guesses, but no single one about what the hell Dave could even have based on the prey.
Anyway, he's here. He knocks (?) on the door (??) after putting one of the cans down by his feet.]
[ dave's house is kind of ridiculous. there's ivy up and down the sides, and a mural of dave strider esque art across the way (in a word: terribad) but he opens the door pretty immediately with a curious expression.
most people he knows shoot him messages before coming over and knocking rarely occurs.
he doesn't immediately recognize damian. the kid was in the friendship tournament, but they've never super talked, so. ]
[The door opens by the time he lifts the second can back up off the ground. Dave gets a clinical once-over, but it's disinterested in the way that says he has seen Dave around before and isn't surprised by a new person.] That depends.
I'm looking for whoever has the animal that eats smaller sea creatures. [He lifts both cans a little. They can't see through the can, but if close, they both smell kind of briney and salty.] I'm assuming crab and clams by the sound of what's inside. [He was nice enough not to open them yet.]
[ this is a weird request but dave got given a coded map to apple juice so he immediately assumes "ah, this is quest related nonsense" and his eyebrows lower as he catches on. ]
We got Nauti Buoy - lobster. And there's geese up on the roof.
[ why the fuck are they keeping geese on the roof.
[Both of Damian's brows raise, one second, and then immediately fold him into a deadpan, flat stare. He cannot believe this idiocy. This is Grayson-levels of awful, and he had enough of that with the food puns with the birds!] I don't know if the geese count.
[He lifts one of the cans and hands it out to Dave.]
A lobster sounds accurate, if what I think is in the can is in the can. Do you need me to open it?
ALSO IN THE LIVING ROOM...in a skeleton in a fancy peasant dress just like. chilling in a chair? and a piano, and lots of captcharoid photographs of people and scenery and things plastered on the walls.
why is dave's house this way.
there's also a lobster tank plus lobster though! ]
This place is a giant shitpost. Damian, of course, scours the room with his eyes. He's a Bat, and reading the location is as natural as blinking.] You have impeccable interior decorating.
[He's glad the lobster didn't turn out to be their joke of a peasant-dressed skeleton. He'd be mad and frustrated.
And then confused at to who the cans belong to.] Can you play? [The piano, to which Damian nods as he bypasses everything else to go see the lobster.
[Not bad. It doesn't seem agitated or belly-up, and that's perhaps the best indication that Dave maybe isn't a complete moron. But Damian also bases a lot of morality on how people treat kids and pets.] Hello, Nauti Buoy. [He absolutely sounds very earnest when greeting the lobster.]
I assume your roommate is "John"? [The person Dave thought he had come to see. He glances at Dave a second for facial verification, but then squats to the floor with the can. His hand disappears into the fold of the altered medieval clothes and comes back out with something almost like a shuriken, except it's shaped like the silhouette of a bat.
He uses it to slice along the rim of the can so he can open it.]
[Inside the can is a conglomerate of smaller seafood: clams, tiny crabs, worms, and a few tiny fish. He stands back up and offers the now open can to Dave. It was Dave’s pet. Did he want to do the honors?] Not exactly.
[He watches Dave tip the can over to pour the contents out into the tank. They'll live happy and peaceful right up until Nauti Buoy makes fish food out of them.] What? [His eyes glance at Dave.]
Damian's face doesn't do too much in terms of changing, but there's a glint of recognition that comes to his eyes. Or familiarity? Hm. Someone else is a fan of swords...] Do you have your sword here?
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He appears as Damian himself, holding two aluminum looking cans by the tops in each hand. Dave's damn food was the most ridiculous and cumbersome of the bunch, naturally. Damian has many guesses, but no single one about what the hell Dave could even have based on the prey.
Anyway, he's here. He knocks (?) on the door (??) after putting one of the cans down by his feet.]
i'm sorry for the moving-induced delay...
most people he knows shoot him messages before coming over and knocking rarely occurs.
he doesn't immediately recognize damian. the kid was in the friendship tournament, but they've never super talked, so. ]
What's up? You lookin' for John?
no worries!!! moving is rough
I'm looking for whoever has the animal that eats smaller sea creatures. [He lifts both cans a little. They can't see through the can, but if close, they both smell kind of briney and salty.] I'm assuming crab and clams by the sound of what's inside. [He was nice enough not to open them yet.]
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We got Nauti Buoy - lobster. And there's geese up on the roof.
[ why the fuck are they keeping geese on the roof.
who knows ]
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[Both of Damian's brows raise, one second, and then immediately fold him into a deadpan, flat stare. He cannot believe this idiocy. This is Grayson-levels of awful, and he had enough of that with the food puns with the birds!] I don't know if the geese count.
[He lifts one of the cans and hands it out to Dave.]
A lobster sounds accurate, if what I think is in the can is in the can. Do you need me to open it?
Why do you have a lobster?
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[ INSTEAD, DAVE SET UP A TANK...
he...lights up? well, it's just a tick upwards of the corner of his mouth into an almost-smile. ]
You wanna come meet him?? [ he does take the food tho ]
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Fine. [He can't believe he's going in to meet a lobster. What is his life.] Is there just one? There were two cans.
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[ dave ushers damian in.
ALSO IN THE LIVING ROOM...in a skeleton in a fancy peasant dress just like. chilling in a chair? and a piano, and lots of captcharoid photographs of people and scenery and things plastered on the walls.
why is dave's house this way.
there's also a lobster tank plus lobster though! ]
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This place is a giant shitpost. Damian, of course, scours the room with his eyes. He's a Bat, and reading the location is as natural as blinking.] You have impeccable interior decorating.
[He's glad the lobster didn't turn out to be their joke of a peasant-dressed skeleton. He'd be mad and frustrated.
And then confused at to who the cans belong to.] Can you play? [The piano, to which Damian nods as he bypasses everything else to go see the lobster.
This is wholesome.]
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[ THE LOBSTER SEEMS...happy? enough? for a lobster? it has pretty much everything a lobster could need so that's probably fine. ]
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I assume your roommate is "John"? [The person Dave thought he had come to see. He glances at Dave a second for facial verification, but then squats to the floor with the can. His hand disappears into the fold of the altered medieval clothes and comes back out with something almost like a shuriken, except it's shaped like the silhouette of a bat.
He uses it to slice along the rim of the can so he can open it.]
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But I’ve had the training.
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[ he reaches over to take the can, though, and will
sprinkle some of this in the water...eat well, nauti buoy ]
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You've been trained as a ninja?
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[ flashstep exists. ]
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Damian's face doesn't do too much in terms of changing, but there's a glint of recognition that comes to his eyes. Or familiarity? Hm. Someone else is a fan of swords...] Do you have your sword here?
Show me.