Tiny fingers knotting into a baggy hoodie, a child being dragged as elder brother attempted to move forward with a piece of paper in his hands. Olive had drawn something that morning, she had been so determined for the last three days to draw this picture, that it took her being late to daycare before she’d finally decided -- it was ready. Now it was heading in the wrong direction.
Damien had her attempting to halt him in dead weight as he moved towards Simon with said drawing. ‘no thats not for him’ her body spoke as she weighed herself as much as she could, which was about as useful as a frog on a turtles back. He carried her effortlessly, even as the neck of his hoodie choked at his throat just a bit.
It wasn’t until a whine escaped her, a whimper, that he took greater notice and glanced back. He was used to her essentially latching on like a part of himself, but dejected noises were always something to catch him. As he made eye contact with that pudgy, pouty face, Damien blinked and glanced around. It wasn’t for Simon? It was some blonde dude, so who the hell else--
That little fist pulled back to instead point towards an android that seemed to station himself away from the mid-morning chaos -- He looked exactly like Simon, yet somehow so much more exhausted.
“Alright, alright... I get it.” He’d never met this twin of Simon’s, but it seemed like it was time he did. Now or never, right? Slowly but surely, he stepped around kids and toys with Olive in tow, and when he came face to face with Daniel, his head cocked a moment before he cleared his throat. “Hey, you, android. I need to talk to you a sec.” Not the most welcoming approach, but Damien was awkward when it came to this shit right off the bat.
His parents never really taught him how to socialize well -- maybe that’s why Olive never spoke.
