#damurei

40: What is the craziest thing your OC has done?

One time, he wore mismatching socks. Just a twitchy mess all day, I tell ya.

2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they?

He's probably a fucking mumbler. (says a fucking mumbler)

I bet he can't sit still, either.

5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends?

His sense of humor is either shriveled or really skewed. Those close to him would probably feign shock if he actually laughed at a typical joke, yet morbid things have been known to evoke a titter. (yes, titter, because that sounds hilarious coming out of Damu)

Stifling a laugh at a friend breaking some horrible news is not going to win any favor, is all I'm sayin'.

I don't think he'd be very good at carrying on conversations with yer average person. He'd say something just a little off or take something too personally or too literally. He may be drippingly sarcastic at times.

Basically, I imagine some people wouldn't enjoy having to speak to him.

8. What mistake(s) do they continue to make/have not learned from?

Ironically, I think Damu takes things for granted, too. Wait, shit I only drafted that Djeid one...

17. When would they be too judgmental of someone or something?

People that goof off really get under his skin. He's learned to channel most of his energy into intense focus on the task at hand and would probably look down on others who don't.

19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about?

                  Damurei and Djeid stood outside of the shop waiting for their parents to finish their souvenir buying. Neither son liked the souvenir store since it smelled weird. Damurei quietly stewed in his bitter feelings about needing to be dragged out in public away from his precious books. Djeid was rolling a ball of snow in his hands while occasionally pausing to let it melt a little in the warmth of his palms before he scooped more snow from the ground to pat around the ball. Damurei had the funny feeling his head was going to be in pain soon.

                “Oh hi!” A man stopped in front of them both, holding a slightly damp box marked ‘DISPOSABLES’. “Remember me? Saiori? From class?” He focused his eyes on Damurei, “…Djeid right?”

                Damurei blinked at the man in disbelief, “how can you even make that mistake?”

                Djeid’s attention turned to the box carrying man, “yeah I mean, I’m much hotter.” He dropped his snowball which shattered into icy chunks on the ground.

                “What?” Damurei looked back at his brother. “Djeid we have the same face.”

                “Ugh don’t remind me, I have to spend every day remembering that you’re my little brother.” Djeid replied. “You’re a mopey sardonic thing who spends all day alone because no one wants to be around you. Not even our own parents.”

                The man, Saiori, stepped back quickly from the arguing twins and quickly went on his way.

                “Being your brother isn’t exactly a pleasant walk either,” Damurei answered. “Then again at least I’m not one of your boyfriends. You don’t even know what the word ‘love’ is. You remember your last boyfriend? You know, the guy who climbed up to your window and you pushed him do-“

                “He fell! On his own!”

                “And you made jokes about it later!”

                “He was okay,” Djeid snorted. “So what if I have a lot of boyfriends? I’m just looking for my prince.”

                “You’re looking for a bigger nozzle, you mean,” Damurei said with a frown.

                “That too,” Djeid agreed. “But at least I’m getting some, rather than reading about it. Come on, Damu, don’t you want to find your own prince… or princess? Get in bed with them and-”

                Damurei frowned at his brother, “thats’s disgusting,” he said. “You’re cold heartless person, you know that right?”