( Damian looked up knowingly as the man glanced over, arching a brow in return. He looks distinctly unimpressed with the man's lack of gear or how quickly he seemed to be ready. He pushes his foot irritably into his flipper as he answers. )
Why else would I be wasting my time with any of this? ( A sharp motion of one small hand to the flippers and then the goggles, perched on his forehead and ready to use. He doesn't draw attention to the golden belt fastened around his waist or the gloves (and brass knuckles) that he'd taken the time to put on before he'd even bothered with the items from his survival pack.
Holding his breathing apparatus in one hand, he rolls soundlessly onto his feet, staring up at the tall blond. Or rather, at the trident in his hands. There's a small hint of curiosity there, but mostly envy. A small hint of frustration and, perhaps, childish anger. He wishes he had access to more of his weapons - especially about to go out for something like this. He doesn't think he'll necessarily need them, but there's a brief thought that they could be useful down the line. )
Let's go. ( Damian doesn't wait. He's already moving for the exit. )
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Why else would I be wasting my time with any of this? ( A sharp motion of one small hand to the flippers and then the goggles, perched on his forehead and ready to use. He doesn't draw attention to the golden belt fastened around his waist or the gloves (and brass knuckles) that he'd taken the time to put on before he'd even bothered with the items from his survival pack.
Holding his breathing apparatus in one hand, he rolls soundlessly onto his feet, staring up at the tall blond. Or rather, at the trident in his hands. There's a small hint of curiosity there, but mostly envy. A small hint of frustration and, perhaps, childish anger. He wishes he had access to more of his weapons - especially about to go out for something like this. He doesn't think he'll necessarily need them, but there's a brief thought that they could be useful down the line. )
Let's go. ( Damian doesn't wait. He's already moving for the exit. )