Bob sighed. "Wings," he informed Damon (seriously, someone ought to tell this kid not to frown so much; he was going to end up with premature wrinkles) "are a cliche invented by people who think fairies are cute and harmless."
Grinning, Damon tousled his hair. "Aw, but I think you're adorable."
Blue eyes glared at him. "Do that again," Bob said, "and I will have your hand, Damon Salvatore."
Damon shivered, blinked, and found himself standing outside the Grill. He really had to figure out how that name thing worked soon; it was getting annoying.
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Date: 2011-01-04 09:30 pm (UTC)Bob sighed. "Wings," he informed Damon (seriously, someone ought to tell this kid not to frown so much; he was going to end up with premature wrinkles) "are a cliche invented by people who think fairies are cute and harmless."
Grinning, Damon tousled his hair. "Aw, but I think you're adorable."
Blue eyes glared at him. "Do that again," Bob said, "and I will have your hand, Damon Salvatore."
Damon shivered, blinked, and found himself standing outside the Grill. He really had to figure out how that name thing worked soon; it was getting annoying.