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[h3][i]~Karen Antonius~[/i][/h3]

	Karen laughed again, just a bit louder this time, but still not very loud by most people's standards. The blonde took a seat next to Damian, crossed her legs under the table, placed her head on her hand and looked at him with some mild amusement. Really, he was a such rough person, but nonetheless he had his good points - he [i]was[/i] replying to her, even if it was out of pride. That, and he was rather adorable to look at while he looking all prideful, even while it took that much effort to ask her such a simple question.

	"You're quite the awkward man, aren't you? There's no need to be so [i]stiff[/i] with me, Damian; I don't bite. I must say though you're rather cute when you try that hard," she said, slender fingers idly playing with a lock of hair while staring at him. "That being said, my day is going rather swell so far. A bit of tea in the morning, cool morning air, and someone to talk to. It's a rather nice start, if I do say so myself.

	"Now I suppose it's my turn to ask: What made your day 'fine', Damian?" she asked. "Most people don't wake up too early, so their reasons are rather stale, so I'm rather interested in what constitutes as a good morning for you." 

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Damian leaned back in his seat, folding his arms and staring across the table at the girl. Leo leaped onto the dinner table, and Damian's eyebrow twitched slightly as the over-sized lion cub nailed a piece of bacon on it's claws and 'nimbly' leaped over the plate, only to fall face-first into a third year's food. "Exercise and a hot shower." He said simply, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. Leo tried to move out of the way, but the Seeker's hands were too fast, even for most adult players. In a blur, the lion's bacon was in the ear, and Damian snapped it up with a quick jab, brutally biting into the morsel of food and glancing around, just to see a flash of Nick go towards another crowd. "That idiot." Damian grumbled, grabbing a vine of grapes from the fruit platter. Around a dozen on his calloused palm, he began flicking them towards Nick's face, each one meeting their mark with wet 'squelches' on the boy's forehead.