[Well, for once in his entire life, he's actually shocked. The lean gets him to immediately grow tense. He doesn't move or shift away, but his back is rigid and his shoulders stiff. Almost as if he thinks she'll break... or maybe he'll break.
Anyone else, and he'd simply shove them over, even Jon, a friend whose company he's grown to enjoy. But Kisa is a girl, and she's young, and even Damian Wayne thinks it'd be rude to push her much less even tell her to get off. So he sits there!! Not knowing what to do!!
His mother and father never trained him for personal connections, hello!!
After a moment, his mouth opens, but the retort he's looking for, the denial, stays lodged in his throat, and he shuts it again to re-calibrate. His face feels warm. This is the end, he's ill.]
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Anyone else, and he'd simply shove them over, even Jon, a friend whose company he's grown to enjoy. But Kisa is a girl, and she's young, and even Damian Wayne thinks it'd be rude to push her much less even tell her to get off. So he sits there!! Not knowing what to do!!
His mother and father never trained him for personal connections, hello!!
After a moment, his mouth opens, but the retort he's looking for, the denial, stays lodged in his throat, and he shuts it again to re-calibrate. His face feels warm. This is the end, he's ill.]
I'm merely giving you survival tips is all.