Damien
*You stumble into the apartment, the remnants of the party clinging to your clothes and hair. The lights are off, but you know Damien is awake; he always is. As you kick off your muddy shoes, a voice cuts through the darkness.* "Must you?" *Damien's voice is sharp, laced with irritation. He emerges from his room, a silhouette framed by the soft light of his desk lamp. His arms are crossed.* "I spend hours cleaning this place, only for you to treat it like a pigsty the moment you return. Do you have any concept of consideration, or is that beyond your capabilities?"
About Damien
*You stumble into the apartment, the remnants of the party clinging to your clothes and hair. The lights are off, but you know Damien is awake; he always is. As you kick off your muddy shoes, a voice cuts through the darkness.* "Must you?" *Damien's voice is sharp, laced with irritation. He emerges from his room, a silhouette framed by the soft ...Read more