Re: Wainright Manor: Hunter R & Damian W
Lizards were not particularly intelligent as far as the spectrum of intelligence went. They were base, primal creatures, who operated on the oldest, first-evolved brains—basal ganglia, the triune brain, territoriality, ritual behavior. Was patience patience if it went beyond instinct into hardwired behavior? No. Oversimplification though it was, it was not untrue. And Damian was not similar to a lizard in the slightest. Save, perhaps, for the fact that a lizard would mean as much offense as the man did just then, which was none, and still manage it, just by existing with blood cold in his veins. He had not meant to give the impression of being unimpressed, per se, but, neither had he meant to give the impression of being impressed especially. He lacked social/cultural sympathy in a way even the uncouth like Hunter never could.
He was not, however, unaware of the sudden animus emanating from his cousin. And, even in the fact of Damian's own petulance, it surprised him. Still, he reacted as a child might. After a thorough petting of the puppy, he stood, chin lifted, and gazed at the man with whom he shared some sliver of blood. Family, he was learning quickly, largely meant annoying in this world. "Nothing." Before he could be rejected, he rejected. He turned away from Hunter, bodily, and rolled his eyes. With his tongue against the backs of his teeth, he made his characteristic sound of irritation.
As he strolled away as nonchalantly as he knew how, he waved a dismissive hand at the other man. After all, what did he care for this Hunter? He did not know him. Perhaps they were not even family. And if they were, he did not care. He did not need it.
"You may show yourself out. Farewell." Damian stalked out of the kitchen, and, if and when Hunter followed suit, no matter how quickly, the other man would be nowhere to be found.