[ The squelching is getting to him, tiny shoulders hunching up to his ears and an increasingly disgusted expression scrunching his face. He enjoys playing in the mud as much as the next kid (well, less, to be honest, the tiny prince enjoys and values cleanliness above and beyond others his age), but something about the stringy, squishy innards -- ugh.
Ugh. ]
I wouldn't even try. I don't care how good pumpkin pie tastes. [ The person who did? Was clearly insane. He bites his lip, inspecting his drawing with a critical eye, before holding the paper up to Jason for evaluation.
The cartoons have done Damian good. It's certainly, recognizably Jason, crooked smile and all. ]
This is gonna go on that one. [ The very pumpkin that his father's gutting. It is perfect. ]
no subject
Ugh. ]
I wouldn't even try. I don't care how good pumpkin pie tastes. [ The person who did? Was clearly insane. He bites his lip, inspecting his drawing with a critical eye, before holding the paper up to Jason for evaluation.
The cartoons have done Damian good. It's certainly, recognizably Jason, crooked smile and all. ]
This is gonna go on that one. [ The very pumpkin that his father's gutting. It is perfect. ]