concoursec | I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do

Character(s): Damian Razem ("Bilal") and Damian Wayne ("Ahki")
Location: A115 (their dorm room)
Rating: PG
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Backdated to the evening of February 14th! Ahki's kind of suspicious about the stuffed animal he got for Valentine's Day---and Bilal's not really willing to admit if he knows anything about it.

After a long day spent in the cafeteria as part of the Host Club (and a guest at the Hostess Club), Bilal wanted nothing more than to sit back in his room and enjoy another round of video games. He might have beaten Uncharted Racing twice already, but nothing really beat watching Elena drive a SUV down Mount Everest---especially since Bilal was sure it broke at least fifty laws of physics.

(Secretly, he also wanted to avoid the lovey-dovey shenanigans at the movie screening. Day'd already given detention to about two couples today; he wasn't really in the mood to attempt to give more people detentions for canoodling in strange, strange places like the car garage and on top of a professor's desk.)

Once he stepped inside, Bilal then changed into something more comfortable - though it honestly resembled Hope's old clothes - before turning the TV and his Gamestation 5000 on. The presents from the GFC this morning still lay on the counter, and as Day glanced at them, he couldn't help the slight smile on his face.

He hadn't gotten a chance to see how Ahki had reacted to the stuffed kitten, but if Dusan's reaction had been any indication... he probably liked it. Right?

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Ahki had gone to the training center to, well, train some more, because that was all the 10 year old thought was "fun." It certainly was more fun than playing that drivel his future clone was obsessed with, anyway.

And, surprise surprise, sure enough that's exactly what Bilal was doing when he came back. It was disturbing how many of these video game things Bilal had accumulated from his time at the garden, and even more disturbing how much time he spent playing them.

The most disturbing thing of all, however, was Bilal's new hobby of forcing him to play them with him.

"Tt, don't you have homework of some sort to do?"

His eyes passed over the presents he received earlier in the day, pausing on the stuffed cat. He then glanced over at Bilal. Who else would get him something like that?

And then Dusan rubbed up against his legs, and the thought slipped from his mind...

Bilal lazily looked up from his game. Still half-interested in the adventures of random spelunkers cliff-driving on Mount Rushmore, he paused the game with his controller before he rolled his eyes at his twin.

"We're on break, zift. There isn't any homework for like, the next two weeks."

Thank god; Bilal didn't really know how he could handle DiscComm responsibilities for the next month without some kind of break. Changing the subject abruptly, he remarked, "So how'd training go? Beat up another poor defenseless horde of Grats?"

Damian plopped down onto the nearest chair, manners be damned. He was never big on proper etiquette. He picked his white kitty up and set him on his lap, idly petting him as Dusan began to purr.

"Since when has that stopped you from over-achieving?"

Honestly, his clone/twin/whatever was giving him a bad name with this sort of thing. Why does he care so much?

"Why would I focus on Grats?" Damian smirked. "Only T-Rexaurs are worth my time."

Ah, right. Just because Bilal became a part of the system, Ahki seemed to find new ways to taunt him for giving in and being "one of them." It wasn't that he liked the system! Far from it, to be completely honest... but after a while, it felt futile.

"Of course," Bilal snorted. "We're the slagging Robins, Grats are no match for us."

One of these days, he'd have to petition Headmaster for new monsters to fight. Just Grats and T-Rexaurs were getting kind of dull.

"They're not even worth my time." Damian arched a brow at Bilal calling himself "Robin," still unsure if the other is worthy of the title. However, as Bilal didn't seem to wear the suit too frequently, he'll live with it... for now.

Please do. It's getting ridiculously boring in there.

"So are you planning on wasting your entire vacation playing through your video game collection?"

"Please." Day shakes his head, subconsciously fiddling with the controller. He'd been more than grateful for the gift, as he was certain he'd received not only his video games but Sharif's as well, but when it came down to it?

It was kind of lonely playing games without his friends. "I was actually thinking about making you my test-taster for some recipes Mikuru-senpai gave me. Unless, of course, you're not a fan of chocolate..."

"If you weren't Muslim I'd think you wanted to date that Mikuru girl." Damian rolled his eyes.

Damian had gotten a trunk full of bat cowls, something he had kept quiet about since he stumbled upon it in his room. When Bilal had asked he had said he received some of Alfred's cookies, which he had already eaten. He wanted to look through them again and try to figure out what time period each cowl was from in his father's career, and maybe one day tailor one to his current size.

"Did you torture all of your roommates with your banality? But I suppose if you really need someone..."

He bit his tongue back immediately. Day wanted to say something witty in return, about how Mikuru-senpai was too much fun to tease and a target to not be ignored... but it'd be wasted energy, right? Something he really wasn't in the mood for.

"Hope adored it," Damian smirked. "And well... you knew Aang."

The upside of having multiple roommates that lasted for a while: he'd actually gotten to know their daily abits, like how Hope liked having hot chocolate before bedtime while Aang used it to unwind after classes. And while he wasn't so sure about Ahki's habits yet, Bilal was certain that he'd figure it out soon.

"I do," He promised, sounding as sincere as he could. "After all, my tastebuds are vastly inferior to the great Damian Wayne's."

Damian may have been here a while, but that still didn't mean he understood normal interaction. In fact, it baffled him even more than before... How could anyone think such banality was worth their time?

"You roomed with a girl?" He wasn't around for Hope, or if he was he didn't remember. "I didn't think that was within school regulations... I'm surprised."

Damian liked that his roommates were quiet and kept to themselves--it made life so much easier. In fact, he rather enjoyed all of his roommates for their ability to keep quiet... except for you, Bilal.

"If that was an attempt to flatter me, it failed. If that was an attempt to insult me, it also failed."

I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do

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