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."