Re: quicklog -- steph/dami: wayne manor.
[Stephanie had always been a physical person, even to her detriment. Snatching fingers, hands on faces, hugs, kisses on cheeks. She was a hugger, she was a girl who needed that physical affection to know that someone did care. And sure, she knew that the Wayne boys were a little more...taciturn than most, but she came from a childhood starved of affection. She needed it. Sorry, Damian. As she felt the stiffness in his body dissipate just a touch, she decided that she needed to crack his shell again. She was determined, at the very least, to get him to let her in. Even if it was like pulling teeth. She'd done it once before, and she'd done it with this Bruce. She could do it with the littlest Wayne once again.
She chuckled at his pouty retort, and she pulled back finally, hand on his taut cheek again briefly before falling away.] I'm gonna have to break into a fair and get us on a bouncy castle again, aren't I? [Another long string of moments looking at him and telling her aching chest that this was okay before she stepped away.] What the hell are you doing ripping apart the kitchen? [She turned to the fridge and started to pull out some of the ingredients needed for waffles. Milk, eggs, syrup. She moved to the cabinets next, pulling out the mix and chocolate chips.] I'm making us waffles. I'm starving, I haven't had solid food in a week.