— @amariaustin ;
It wasn’t everyday Damian was filled with the sudden urge to kick at someone’s belongings. In fact, to him, it was absolutely childish and inane. Why would anyone with a working human brain result to such behavior? Who knows? But as a group of boys, many of whom Damian couldn’t quite care to recognize except Johnnie, jogged off in a huddle to do God knows what, Damian couldn’t help but realize the Ward’s bag was right there and Damian’s Amedeo Testoni-covered foot was also right there.
There wasn’t much of a thought process as he stared at the thing for .2 seconds more before his foot went whoosh! and a loud smack was heard, followed closely by the sound of Damian yelping. It was probably God chiding him for being so foolish. His shin had met the leg of the table the bag was under before his foot could send the smelly sack flying across the room, sending a sharp pain shooting up his leg.
Hand to his shin, Damian stumbled backwards into an armchair, rubbing at the aching spot with a pinched face. It was around this moment when he finally decided to open his eyes and much to his dismay, he realized he wasn’t alone.
Was that... Amari? Oh no.
"Could we perhaps agree that you, erm, didn’t see that?”
