[center][h2][color=b284be]Damon Howard[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]Yeah, [i]of course[/i] that’d be Audrey’s reaction. Flames of offense licked at him, and annoyance flashed across his expression. [color=b284be]“It’s called impro, you dolt,”[/color] he complained.

That’s when Ezekiel appeared, and promptly went to bash two of his brothers heads together, and dunked [i]them.[/i] In return for what they’d done to their sister. Damon watched the scene, disapproving but not bothering to interfere physically.

[color=b284be]“Charming as always, Zeke,”[/color] he commented. There was definite sarcasm there – both Audrey and the Bilicas were liable to bring it out of him even on their own. Combined? It was practically guaranteed.

He ignored Weasel’s insult; just huffed, and drawled, [color=b284be]“I’m right more times than you think.”[/color]

At Odaya repeating to her oldest brother how she ‘was a lady’, he smiled, pleased. As much as the girl was [i]also[/i] a little shit – as much as everyone gave her a pass for it – she had at least found some genuine appreciation for his performance. 

Audrey did vaguely acknowledge the child’s questionable behavior with her last remark. Damon didn’t think the girl would get it, though. Also, seriously, a ‘better’ role model? He snorted. [color=b284be]“Look who’s talking,”[/color] he shot at her retreating back meanly, still angry with her.

[color=b284be][i]Sticking by her or ditching her? Pick one, Audrey…[/i][/color] he thought, but didn't say.

He looked at the gathered Bilicas. Sure, they were a miserable bullying bunch, but he did kind of have to try and cohabitate with them. His father’s politicking was one reason for it. The village being way too damn small was another.

[color=b284be]“I know it’s summer and all, but if you get tired of being all wet, you could get some spares there.”[/color] He pointed towards one of the tents in the distance, where one could borrow traditional festival clothing from years past. [color=b284be]“Or just, I don’t know, go fucking dry it off before you catch a cold.”[/color] Not like he wasn’t saying anything they didn’t know already.

His gaze passed Odaya, who was still wearing his jacket. It was light denim, black – he’d worn it mostly for the looks, so he didn’t miss it much. He didn’t mind it staying with her.

Instead, he gave one last look to Ezekiel. [color=b284be]“Violence begets violence,”[/color] he quoted. [color=b284be]“Ever heard that one?”[/color] Then, figuring he’d pushed his luck far enough, he decided to leave. He gave a two-fingered salute, and turned to go with a, [color=b284be]“Cheers.”[/color]

He faced Isaias, who’d been left standing by his side ever since his oldest brother had told him to do so. [color=b284be]“Come on, we’ve prep to do.”[/color]

First things first, the two should switch from their casual clothing to what they’d wear to the procession – but no, looking at Isaias, maybe the boy should get cleaned up and patched up first. 

[color=b284be]“You’re kinda…beat up,”[/color] Damon pointed out bluntly, because no matter how he brought it up, he doubted Isaias would like it.[hr][hr]
[@Fading Memory], [@Gisk]