I'm a mess

Fruit Bars

"But I do exist! I'm standing right in front of you!" Damien exclaims, faced only by the madman, Jameson Jackson, better known as JJ. "Compelling evidence..." Says the quiet, English doctor, "But, how do you know you exist if you have never seen yourself? How about THAT?!" He jabs Damien in the chest with a finger. Damien facepalms, "Because I bump into stuff just like everyone else. You're a fucking lunatic as well." He growls, getting very annoyed with this ridiculous conversation.

"J'ACCUSE!!!" JJ shouts with the temper of a man half again his age. Damien lets out a loud, huffy groan and walks out, too tired and too hungry to continue with this discussion. He makes his way to the kitchen and feels around for the fruit snacks. Once he's sure he's found them, he takes out a packet and rips it open, sitting on the counter to eat them. He feels inside the little plastic package and feels... nothing? Weird, but, okay. He opens another one and finds a single fruit gummy inside. "... why?" He growls, but eats the single gummy. Apparently someone must have replaced his favorite snack with a bunch of air.

He goes over to the fridge and feels around for something to heat up. He finds a random takeout box and opens it, finding rice... that'll work. He pours the rice in a bowl and sticks it in the microwave, setting it to heat up for about a minute while he cleaned off his fingers and went to find a spoon. The hum of the microwave calmed him somewhat, and he almost didn't notice someone walking into the kitchen. He pauses, focusing on the sharp footfalls. "... Hello Dark." He says. There's a small giggle accompanies a hug from behind. "Hiya Dames! Have ya-" Damien cuts the cutesy person off with a light bonk to his nose with the spoon. "No, I'm not going on a date with you. There's no one important enough to me that it would merit killing them to get me to do so, so back off. I'm not interested in romance." He growls, his annoyance growing once again. There's a huff, and the weight on his back lifts, Dark walking away.

Damien sighs softly and finally gets his warmed up rice out, walking to the living room to listen to a podcast and eat his freakin rice. Thankfully, that goes off without a hitch, and for now he lays down, his bowl on the table, listening to his favorite podcast. He yawns softly and slowly starts to fall asleep there, quiet and happy, for once.