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/  U are Sick and Twisted i'm not okay with this change omg

/            dying  his  hair  white  to  be  more  like  slade..

you  know  what's  not  good?  you showing up like this.  looks like you got jumped.  this can't be proper training, even if you say it is.  [  damian scoffs at the blonde's denial and stubbornness,  feeling  like he wants to shake some sense into him.  ]  i know that everyone makes mistakes,  you  know that's not what i—-  never mind,  whatever.  [  he grumbled  under his  breath,  shaking his head.  the  noirette had a feeling michael  didn't want to hear that right now.  wrapping the gauze around some of the bigger stitches just in case.  ]
            
            hm.  if you think my  brothers and father are soft, then you should definitely see my mothers side of the family.  [  a breathy chuckle slips past his lips,  though it doesn't really carry any emotion.  'twas  void of any joy,  really.  ]  my  grandfather would surely approve of slade's actions. i don't need to know him to see the effect of his actions on you.  just..  promise me you'll be careful.  and  n͟o͟t͟   get this injured next time.  it's  bad,  michael—-  THAT  bad.

@younghul         (   michael rolled his eyes as he tilted his head away from damian.   )   it’s  a  good  thing.   challenges  make  me  improve faster.   i'm  already  behind  with  my  fighting  skills  as  it  is.   (   he attempted to dismiss his words, waving it off dismissively and making exaggerated expressions.   )   it  was  an  accident  on  MY  part,   not  his.   you  know  everyone  makes  mistakes,   right—or  did  you  skip  that  life  lesson  somehow?   (   michael kept his eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at the other as he finally agreed to let his wounds be bandaged. he hesitated for a long moment after damian spoke, mind churning with conflicting thoughts.   )   you  and  your  family,   you're  all  too  soft.   ..    you  don’t  even  know  slade,   he’s  not  as  bad  as  you  think.   i’m  not  even  sure  where  you  get  all these..   ideas  about  him.

it  is  that  bad,  actually.  you  need  to  be  careful,  michael.  i  swear,  every  time  you  show  up  needing  help  you're  worse  than  the  previous  time.  [  damian  sighs  as  he  reluctantly  lets  go  of  him,  brows  furrowed.  ]   what?   slade  did  this  as  an  a͟c͟c͟i͟d͟e͟n͟t͟?   michael,  he's  an  EXPERT.   nothing  he  does  is  accidental,  and  you  mean  to  tell  me  he  'accidentally'  slipped  while  sparring  with  you?  his  sword  just— whoops,  cut  you  up?
            
            stay  still,  let  me  patch  you  up.   [  damian  has  to  bite  the  inside  of  his  cheek  to  shut  himself  up,  letting  out  a  quiet  sigh  once  more.  ]   i  know  you..  look  up  to  him,  kinda,  but  you  need  to  be  careful.  especially  around  him.  this  isn't  fine,  michael.  i  train  with  my  father  and  brothers  all  the  time,  but  i  don't  end  up  like  t͟h͟i͟s͟.

I  do,  yeah.  which,  doesn't  make  this  any  better.  [  damian bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing along, glancing to the side. at the mention of the girl, he couldn't help but scoff quietly with a shake of his head. ]  one,  it's fine,  we  don't  need to confront them.  I  got  my  point across with them.  two,  I  know,  I  guess  I  just..  I  dunno,  ‘woke up’?  she.. wasn't  exactly who I wanted.  what about you?  do you have a date?
            
            [  Damian quickly turned to face Michael after asking that, sucking in his breath and anxiously waiting for an answer.  he didn't even  know why he felt so nervous,  waiting for the blonde's answer.  ]

@younghul         (   he chuckles quietly, careful not to wake slade who’s sleeping in a room across the hall. sitting down, he starts to tend to damian's wounds, applying disinfectant wipes gently. as he speaks, laughter still tinges his voice.   )   don't  you  get  into  enough  fights  as  robin?   ..   you  know—if  you  really  want  to,   we  can  confront  them  at  school  or  something..   (   he listens attentively to the other’s story, careful not to apply too much pressure on the wound or cause any unnecessary pain.   )   really?   when  you  talked  about  her,   you  made  her  sound  like  your  dream  girl.   are  you  sure  you  aren't  just   too  scared  to  ask  her  to  the  dance..?

i  may  have  possibly  gotten  into  a  fight.  some  guys  kept  bothering  me  while  i  was  heading  home.  coincidentally,  they're  also  the  assholes  of  our  class.  they  started  talking  trash,  and  while  i  was  fighting  one  of  them  i  got  jumped  by  some  of  their  other  friends.  it  doesn't  hurt  that  much  though.  [   damian  shrugs  and  rubs  the  back  of  his  neck,  glancing  to  the  side.  he  doesn't  feel  like  mentioning  that  he  only  really  fought  because  they  brought  up  michael  while  insulting  him.   ]
            
            what?  oh,  no.  i  won't.  she..  turns  out  i  didn't  like  her  that  much.  she  was  alright,  but  not  who  i  was  really  looking  for.   so  i  don't  know  who  i'll  be  taking  to  the  dance  at  the  moment,  which  is  worrying  considering  that  the  dance  is  in  two  weeks  time.

you  ／haven't／?   that  is..  unacceptable.  you're  free on the 30th,  right?  there's  a  show  then,  and naturally the waynes are invited.   you'll  join me.   it's...  funny,  sure.  to  l͟o͟o͟k͟  at.

@younghul       well,   uh  no.   ..   the  more  i  look  at  it,   i  kinda  like  his  outfit.   i  think  it's  actually  kind  of  fun  in  a  way!   you  know  what  i  mean,   right—right?

oh  dear  god  no.  the  fashion  industry  would  be  done  for.  although  some  people  just  throw  on  anything  and  call   it  'unique'  fashion  nowadays.  it  is  unique,  though.  uniquely  hideous.  father  would  never  be  caught  dead  dressing  like  this,  god  bless  this  man  with  better  taste.  
            
            have  you  never  seen  a  fashion  show?  or  anything  of  that  sort?