Dancing On A Razor } Damian Moore

Damian groaned as he heard a knock on the door and he slowly was was roused from his sleep. He had worked the night shift and was catching up on his sleep on the couch when he was pulled from his peaceful slumber. Admittedly, he wasn't sure if his sister was home or not so he waited a couple minutes to find out but much to his dismay he couldn't hear her so with a moan he got up and walked to the door, fixing his hair when he passed a mirror hanging on the wall along the way.

He looked down at his police uniform, shrugging at the unbuttoned shirt and white tee shirt underneath. It would have to suffice since he had wasted so much time being lazy and then fixing his hair. Finally, he unlocked the door and swung it open. "Hello?" he asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. He then looked at the woman to see if he knew her but he didn't and he didn't recall Dahlia telling him about a guest, though he probably wouldn't have remembered his his tired state. "How can I help you?"

Damian's eyebrow arched high as the woman in front of him kept on talking. She was going on like a child with a sugar high and he was having a hard time catching up. He furrowed his brow as he tried to process what was going on and then finally he caught up and nodded at the original remark. "I have a bit too much stubble to be Dahlia." he scratched his chin, which barely had a five o'clock shadow, however his point still stood.

He offered her a sleepy smile then and shook his head and then shrugged, "Admittedly, you did. But I was napping on the couch and should have been up by now anyway. Anyway, I am Damian. Dahlia's little brother. She isn't home right now but I am sure she'll love your surprise. She loves guests. Please, come in" he moved to the side to let her enter.

When she ran back to her car without a word Damian tilted his head to the side and watched her until she returned. He could tell her time her definitely wouldn't be boring, that was for damn sure. When she walked in with bags she chuckled, "I like a girl that has junk food at the ready." he said with a small smile. He regularly ate much like a poor college kid might so that statement was incredibly true.

Then he realized he had to do the polite thing and take those bags from her and he twitched a bit as he built up the courage to do so. "Let me get those for you." he said before he reached for them. He was cautious, being sure not to touch her as he did so and then heading towards the dining room table. "I don't think I caught your name...?"

Damian's eyebrows seemed to dance in amusement as he watched her and he nodded once, "Of course you may. I can take you to the store if you need so you can buy anything you might have forgotten to get." he offered with a smile before leading her into the kitchen and opened the freezer. It was mostly full of the assorted frozen junk food that his sister didn't really approve of since she did most of the cooking but he quickly cleared out a space for her to fit the bottle and moved out of the way. "There you go."

Then he realized he had gotten her name and he twitched. Usually people expected hand shakes or some form of human contact when proper intros were made. Dear god, he wished that wasn't the case, though he prepared himself for it mentally in case it happened. He didn't want to flip out on her for things beyond her control. "It's nice to meet you, Nat. Welcome to Harper Valley. " his right hand clenched and then unclenched quickly.

"Ah. Well we definitely don't need to make a run. We have plenty of ice." Damian said while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He wished Dahlia was here, at least then he wouldn't feel so anxious.

However, the hybrid was really surprised, pleasantly so, when she skipped passed him and returned to her bag of junk food. He relaxed some then, glad she wasn't one for formality, and smiled. He leaned back just slightly when the bag of Fritos was too close for his comfort. He just shrugged it off though and reached into the bag, grabbing a few before starting conversation, So how do you know my sister? I admit, I don't know a lot of her friends."

Damian popped a couple more Fritos into his mouth and nodded, "Dahlia would make friends with someone that collided into her. Especially if they are scared when it happens." he said. He smiled, this girl was rather amusing in the laugh-with-you-not-at-you kind of way. Despite his hesitations about being near anyone that wasn't his sister for fear of them turning on him he was actually kind of relaxed around Nat. Admittedly still on guard but he almost always was, it was a force of habit.

Without a word he turned his back–spine surprisingly not tense when he did–and went to the fridge. After pulling out a bottle of water and opening it he returned to her, grabbing a few more Fritos before he came to a stop. "So... Fritos and cream cheese? That's an interesting combo." he noted with a single raised brow.

Damian’s eyebrows went from quirked up to dancing in amusement as a smile graced his lips. He didn’t smile often around people he didn’t know but she was nonthreatening thus far and didn’t even expect the formalities he usually dreaded, probably because she noticed the twitch but he was okay with that. 

”Oh really? Okay then. I will give it a try.” he stepped closer to her‒leaving plenty of space for his comfortablity level to stay at its current level‒and dipped one of the fritos in his hand into the cream cheese. One brow raised quickly in surprise as he tried the not so weird combination. “Touché, Nat… This is actually pretty good.” he said with a smile before he dipped another frito into the cream cheese and then he backed away.

He removed his unbuttoned uniform shirt, dropping it onto the table for him to take care of later, revealing scars that he quickly covered up with a hoodie that had sat on the back of one of the chairs. He was far more comfortable now in his soft black hoodie‒which was admittedly used as a security blanket most of the time‒so he was able to gather the ability to ask her to make herself comfortable. “Would you like to join me in the living room? It’s a lot more comfortable than standing here.” he said before he tugged his lip into his mouth in his nerves.