Ill-Tempered | Damian/Arsen

Damian wandered about the castle, though, he really ought to have been in his common room or dormitory. Everyone was acting so... so... normal, though, and the boy found this more than a little grating. After snapping at an unsuspecting first year, he had finally just left.

His wandering feet carried him to the Armor room, where one of the suits turned its head to look at him.

"What're you looking at?" Damian growled.

He smiled and slipped out of the shadowed corner tossing an apple in the air. "Now if that anyway to talk to your elder?" He asked pointing to the suit. "That suits probably been there since the school began. It deserves a little respect." He said moving to sit on the nearest bench as he took a bite out of the apple.

Damian scowled, then rolled his eyes. "It's spelled to be animate. It's not actually alive. But you already know that.

"Are you following me or something? or am I just lucky enough to keep running into you?"

"Doesn't mean it doesn't feel." He said leaning back against the wall. "Thats the mistake everyone makes. He's not human they don't have feelings like we do. He's a monster he doesn't understand. Blah, blah, point is never underestimate anyone they might just surprise you." He said turning the apple over and taking another bite.

"I've always been there, im everywhere. I don't need to follow you to know what you're doing." He explained lazily.

"But it doesn't feel," Damian said. "It's not spelled to be alive, just to act like it. There's a difference between a person and a charmed suit of armor. Why? Do people assume you don't have feelings just because you're half-demon? That's stupid. I mean, you're a bit of a prat, but you're still a person."

The boy wrinkled his nose. Great. A stalker. Not exactly his first choice, either.

"If you don't need to follow me, why are you here?" Damian asked. "I mean, the only thing I've done so far is eat dinner, so it can't be that interesting."