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Dammek wasnt one to have one on one hang outs. Not with anyone but his moirail... however, there was a catch. There was this girl he'd met a little while ago, another bronze too. She was a talented person, way more than she seemed to know and Dammek liked that about her. Its not that he didnt appreaciate her, even if she was kind of a meddler. Kind of a bit of a needy bitch sometimes you know? No, that was probably just his attitude speaking. Yes, that was it. Just his ego putting others down again.
Chixie was okay. Dammek rarely felt anything more positive than lukewarm towards others, so thats what she was. Okay. But he'd let the girl pester him anyway, why not? He's got some time. His lusus wouldnt be too worried about him anyway. And who knows when his last day is going to be. Could be right now! How's the door? Dammek just checked all the windows but the door... Better go check if his locks are working before he gets to Chixie's. If he doesnt, someone would definetly come to his hive, find all his conspiracy stuff and have him culled. Bitches probably dont like it when their company dies. A shiver went down his spine. Shit was uncomfortable, and he really didnt want to waste his time on any stupid locks... but well, better be safe than sorry. He should tell Chixie that he'd be a bit late.
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Things had gone surprisingly well for now. Chixie had been waiting for him and let him in with a smile, talking on about how she was glad he could make it here and how exciting it was to actually talk face to face instead of just messaging. She had definetly noticed some stains scattered on Dammek's clothes and how he hadnt gotten any deodorant on by the looks on her face, but just not said anything and instead walked him into her block. Despite the both's rather awkward manners, the night had gotten less clunky the longer it went on. Dammek was doodling on a piece of scrap paper while on the floor, letting Chixie rant about her personal problems while she worked on some instrumentals on her husktop. From the suckiness of the music business down to creepy fans, they had both landed on the topic of a particular indigo blood. Zebruh, he was called. What a stupid, forgettable name. Dammek had hate followed his page on chittr, just to scoff at him and his opinions. "Critic" his ass. He hated the guy online and turned out he'd hate him even more hearing about his offline bullshit. Absolute creep, Dammek thought.
"I'd try to back you up for your shows and stuff but y'know... he'd probably just get hard as a rock from a lowblood defying him." Dammek frowned, rolling his eyes from under his shades. "Yeah..." Chixie mumbled, sighing with hopelessness. "Sucks, man. Thickskulled bluebloods aint never fun to deal with."
"Exactly! Cant he take a hint?? Its fucking crazy." Dammek had never heard Chixie swear before this (other than on stage), not that he judged. If anything, he could feel something he'd usually almost never feel towards anyone but his moirail on a small occassion. Empathy, it was called. Hm. Guess thats where actually forming some deeper connections gets you. He played around with the paper on his hands before opening his mouth. "I drew you somethin'. Not too special. Im kinda shitty at drawing." Chixie cocked her head to the side, nodding as a signal for him to go on and show it.
A rather scribbly, stick figure drawing of the troll that Chixie had described to Dammek was laying in a cartoonish amount of blood with a bullet wound in the head, Chixie posing on top of him with a rifle on her shoulders. "Sure as hell aint album cover material, but i thought it'd cheer you up." Chixie giggled, smiling. "No its good! I appreaciate it. I'll put it on the thermal hull, alright?" She'd sit next to Dammek, patting him on the back. "Wow. One thing my lusus has never done for me, am i right, lads?" He replied with a smirk at how Chixie would cover her mouth to surpress a few more giggles at his joke.
Maybe Dammek should hang out with her more often... he'll sure think about it.