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"Oh." Damascus smiled brightly, Edward's disbelief not phasing him. "Then you're like me! Except... I've never tried to be a grown-up before." At Edward's comment, however, he turned in surprise, ...

Damascus smiled over at Engel's expression, relieved that he was eating something . Staying close to the fire, he scooted over toward John Watson, intent on figuring out why he ...

Calfuray couldn't help herself- she let out a little shriek when Orpheus pulled back his hood. Her eyes widened and she quickly covered her mouth. Though she knew that King ...

Damascus opened his mouth to explain to Edward that impressions of living thing usually also had some sort of semblance of a soul, but sighed, thinking better of it. He ...

sure thing! I'm cool with that.

Damascus eyed the stuffed beast that had been left behind, and made sure that Edward was preoccupied with the squares and puffs at the table before sitting down next to ...

"I really don't know... it's very marvelous, though." Damascus looked at James, and then realized how suspicious that sounded. "Oh, it's not poisoned or anything- see? I've tried it already." ...

"Neitheh did I." He pulled back slowly to smile, his eyes shining. "It'sh been.. sheveral lieftimes."

Damascus snorted a little at this observation and tried not to wet Engel's shoulder as the tears kept sliding down his face. Some vague part of him whispered through the ...

Damascus squeezed Engel tight, not attempting to fight the tear that slipped down his cheek. "You loohk mush helltheyir." He whispered against his old friend's shoulder, a chuckle riding against ...

The name Engel had sparked something in Damascus' memory. Engel was the name of his first human friend, a fond memory that he often recalled. And Edward had said... six ...

Dante straightened a little at the voice, and turned to stare at the screen. She knew that the ghost had most likely been a hologram! "We hear you loud and ...

Damascus tuned out the conversation, enraptured by the fragrant smell of the square. Boris had been consuming the white puff earlier, and they seemed to be categorized on the table ...

Damascus squinted at Wilson, thinking hard. Pretty, as in... beautiful? He considered beautiful a gender-neutral adjective, since he found all humans vastly interesting and full of beauty- it was the ...

"Oh- is that what you call this place? Prussia?" Damascus looked at Boris, testing out the word for confirmation. It was good, at least, that someone knew where they were. ...