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Damian crushes an empty box with his hands. "I get the impression she'd probably hate any music or crowd like that."
Ash looks pensive as if he is toiling with heavy emotions. "Maybe she hates me 'cause I don't look like someone she... ah... No. guess I shouldn't dwell on whether she likes me or not. Doesn't get me anywhere."
Damian continues to crush boxes. "We are all just coworkers after all."
A dry smirk stretches across Damian's face. "though, heh, maybe she hates me... 'cause I'm YOUNG?"
Ash looks off into the distance for a split second, mumbling "Yeah that makes sense,,,she doesn't seem to treat us younger staff very well."
Damian awkwardly poses with finger guns, smile still strained, stating "I uh - my surname is YOUNG."
Ash takes a second. He then squints at a now recoiling Damian.
Ash tenses up in comedic outrage, stating "did you just DAD JOKE ME WITH YOUR SURNAME? THAT WAS TERRIBLE!" Damian shrinks down in embarrassed shame.
Ash looks pensive as if he is toiling with heavy emotions. "Maybe she hates me 'cause I don't look like someone she... ah... No. guess I shouldn't dwell on whether she likes me or not. Doesn't get me anywhere."
Damian continues to crush boxes. "We are all just coworkers after all."
A dry smirk stretches across Damian's face. "though, heh, maybe she hates me... 'cause I'm YOUNG?"
Ash looks off into the distance for a split second, mumbling "Yeah that makes sense,,,she doesn't seem to treat us younger staff very well."
Damian awkwardly poses with finger guns, smile still strained, stating "I uh - my surname is YOUNG."
Ash takes a second. He then squints at a now recoiling Damian.
Ash tenses up in comedic outrage, stating "did you just DAD JOKE ME WITH YOUR SURNAME? THAT WAS TERRIBLE!" Damian shrinks down in embarrassed shame.