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 Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 3:56 pm
Jack and Damon didn't really speak, or rather Damon would speak and Jack would stare idly into space, tapping tunelessly against his shot glass. It was unsure to either of them why Jack hadn't warmed to the child, whether it was simply a matter or adjusting or something that ran deeper. Still, most days Damon would tire and wander off to entertain himself, disappearing for hours at a time (which quite frankly worked wonders for Jack). Sometimes, however, Damon would sit in front of Jack for hours, babbling nonsense fables and stories and never growing short of breath or inspiration; on these occasions, Jack would simply hold up his hand and say:
"Why don't you go and play outside, Damon?"
And so there the boy sat, his legs sticking through the wrought iron fence and his face squashed against the metal. In his hand was a small, plastic figurine dinosaur that was missing an arm and half of his tail; every so often Damon would sound a muffled grarr and swoop the figurine through the air before falling into silence and bobbing it artlessly through the fence.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:38 pm
Sometimes Dakin just wanted to walk. This desire was usually sparked by some sort of exasperation he felt over not being able to express himself verbally, but every so often, he actually wanted to take a walk because he was in a good mood.
Today, he and his Aunt Francine were strolling through some neighborhood on some street in Gaia, just enjoying each others' company. Franny was happy because she didn't have to deal with an unnecessarily irate Madeline, and Dakin was happy because he hadn't had reason to try to explain his condition to anyone today.
He was thinking about ways to make the explanation easier for others to swallow, in fact, when he spotted The Boy. Dakin reached up and took his aunt's hand. This child seemed to be sufficiently distracted by a dinosaur, but Dakin and Francine were on the same side of the street as this other child, and as such, Dakin felt a childish obligation to speak to him. Okay, so it was less an obligation than a genuine curiosity.
"Hello. Dakin," he said once they were nearby. The Thuk found it beneficial to introduce himself before he was formally asked his name, but in this case, that might have been an unclear move. Francine remained silent for once, waiting to see what happened next before she spoke.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:21 am
Damon removed his face from between the wrought iron poles and looked up at the quickly approaching pair. He frowned for a moment and took note to look behind him, digging his dinosaur into the ground to pull himself backwards and look over the front yard. Finding nothing, and no one, he looked back to the boy and his aunt and shook his head slowly.
"No, I'm Damon," he mumbled, pulling the dinosaur to his chest. He watched the boy for a minute, blinking behind his frames before shrugging his shoulders and wiggling the figurine over his stomach. No one really spoke to him much less remembered his name, so while he wasn't surprised that the boy who he was fairly certain he didn't even know addressed him by the wrong name, it still left him feeling sour.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:10 pm
Dakin's lips pursed. He could think of nothing to say on the subject at hand that wouldn't come out as a series of unintelligible stutters at this point. He looked up at Franny whose fingers he still clutched and his mouth dropped open slightly. That was enough of lead-in for the flighty teenager to jump to the rescue or perhaps just continue rubbing lemon juice in the papercut that was the Thuk pair's first meeting.
"He's Dakin," she said, the smile on her face sweet enough to rot teeth. "He just can't tell you so because he can't tell the truth. He goes around telling people his name before they want to know what it is all the time. I'm sure he's very sorry for confusing you!"
Not all that helpful, but it was a start. Dakin looked from Francine back to Damon, trying to determine if the other boy understood what his aunt was getting at or if he just found her as condescending as so many other normal people did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:49 pm
Damon looked between the two and suddenly felt a little happier with the situation. That wasn't so bad; they didn't know each other, which he already sort of knew anyway, and he didn't call him by the wrong name, which was even better. Whether or not he realised the older of the pair was being condescending didn't show as he smiled crookedly up at Dakin, his hands grabbing at the fence to hoist himself into a stand.
"Can't tell the truth? That's cool," he chirped, shaking his dinosaur at Dakin. "Not as cool as my dinosaur, but still pretty cool."
He looked away from the once-strangers and down at his feet where a small plastic plane, a rubber ball and stuffed robot lay in disarray, looking out of place and altogether lonely. Damon bent down and gathered the toys into his arms before straightening and looking over at Dakin seriously.
"Do you want to play? If you say yes, does that mean no? Or no, yes?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:20 pm
Dakin shrugged. "No," he managed. The truth was, it depended on the situation. If he thought too hard about the fact that 'no' meant 'yes' and the person he was conversing with was able to understand his intent, it stood to reason that he was still saying yes and things got messy anyway. He preferred not to think about it. The smile on his face was clear enough though. Yes, he would like to play.
"Your dinosaur is stupid," he said, his wings gathering closer to his back as they tended to when he said unintentionally mean things. "Can I see it closer?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 4:02 am
Damon scoffed and raised the small figurine over his head. "My dinosaur is not stupid," he snapped, fingers curling into his palms.
How dare he suggest that --
-- oh, right, the lying thing.
"Oh, yeah, okay." He crouched, extending the dinosaur through the wrought iron, sliding it across the ground before gathering the robot in his arms and shifting back into a stand. "His name is Rexinator. He eats people. And this," he gestured to the stuffed robot idly, "is 10001010010. Or One-O for short."
Damon began waving the robot through the air, every so often mumbling a pew pew or a beep bop boo.
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