Re: Marvel: Starbucks; Damian & Donna
Fine. I'm old, kiddo. [Donna tossed her free hand up in resignation. How could she argue that? Especially when he spoke his ever so well thought out argument so convincingly. Her brow furrowed only a touch, the pout of her lower lip a mockery of the incredulity in her eyes.
That glare didn't phase her though. As a matter of fact, she had expected it. What she didn't expect was Damian going in for another drink. Something about that flash in his eyes, right before he sneered at her, it was adorable. She'd never ever admit it, nor use that word aloud in his presence, but that was the only way she could think of it.] Not horrible. [She smirked and offered him her drink, shaking it from side to side to slosh the ice around.] Do you want this one instead?
[Of course she followed him. Of course. It wasn't like she was going to let him wander off on his own. Except it came across more as a lost little puppy trailing after him. At least it was quieter back here, and Donna was visibly less tense as they removed themselves from the crowd. His admission made her grin widely, and she explained without batting an eye.] Cooties aren't a real thing. They're boy germs. Or girl germs. It's a game kids play to keep members of the opposite sex from touching them. Because they're gross. [She shrugged slightly as she explained, knowing how ridiculous it must sound.] The only cure for cooties is an appropriately administered [Air quotes] 'cootie shot' by a trusted member of the same sex.
[Donna shoved her free hand into her pocket and leaned up against the wall to stay out of peoples' way. Instinct. She wanted no reason for anyone to pay any more attention to her than they had to.] Your trip is complete. You've learned about cooties. I think the day will go downhill from here. Worth the trip? [It had started serious-sounding enough, but by the end she laughed lightly under her breath and grinned up at him, tilting her head as if it were a real question.]