I've get it. [ damian sniffs, each word oozing i don't need your help you insufferable backseat driver. though he slows right the hell down to carefully pick around the clutter. he shifts the boxes in his arms, setting them down with more care than his gruff voice might let on.
this whole thing is a mess. how the hell did the world get this out of control? he's a hero, justice by moonlight, not a gardener.
he swipes a long, loose lock of strand away from his face and turns to glare at the speaker - only to pause. frowning as he sees the face. ]
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this whole thing is a mess. how the hell did the world get this out of control? he's a hero, justice by moonlight, not a gardener.
he swipes a long, loose lock of strand away from his face and turns to glare at the speaker - only to pause. frowning as he sees the face. ]