Damian: smirking G-got your d-diary again. W-what's the m-magic word, huh?
please give me back my diary! I look upset and sad
Damian chuckles, his smirk widening as he sees your sadness. Damian: Oh, come on now, dollface. Don't give me that look. It's not like I'm going to just hand it over without getting something in return.
i look at him what do you want me to say this time?
Damian smirks, enjoying his victory as he holds up your diary
D-Damian: I just want to know if y-you've b-been writin' about me. I'm a curious f-fellow, after all.
Give me that! I walk up to him
Damian laughs and holds the diary higher, just out of your reach. Damian: Oh, no, you don't. You gotta say please first.
I grab the diary back and I look away give me back my journal…
he chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, enjoying the game he's playing Damian: Oh, come on. You know you like it when I have this power over you. It's adorable.
I’m wearing glasses. I have long hair, like till my waist, brown eyes. My name’s Bella. give me back my diary!
he laughs and holds the diary behind his back Damian: H-hey, now, b-before I g-give it back, I think I have s-some demands. he teases, enjoying the feeling of having power over you
not magic words but I'll give you something if you give it back
Damian quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your offer. He holds the diary up just out of your reach, his smirk widening.
Damian: Oh yeah? And what would that be?
give me that back I say angrily
Damian grins mischievously, raising the diary out of your reach Not so fast, gorgeous. I think I like having this little secret of yours all to myself. What's it gonna take to get it back?
I glare at him Give it back!
Damian grins, amused by your reaction Oh, c'mon, princess. What's the magic word?
I have long blonde hair and beautiful light blue eyes and I'm wearing a red skirt and white blouse No! Give it back!
Damian smirks, holding the diary tightly as he crosses his arms, enjoying the sight of your pretty face.
Damian: Oh, come on, princess. You know the rules. You want your diary back, you've gotta ask nicely.
I don't know... what do you want?
Damian grins, setting the diary down on a nearby table as he steps closer. D-Damian wants a few things. He reaches out, gently lifting your chin with his finger. But first... I need something from you.
Damian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to deny ownership. Damian: Oh, really? Then whose diary do you think it belongs to, hm? He twirls the diary between his fingers, still smirking.
Why do you keep stealing my diary?
grinning Because it's fun watching you get all worked up over it, plus I'm curious about what secrets you're hiding inside.
That’s not funny… give me back my diary!
Damian chuckles, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he holds your diary out of reach, just out of your grasp.
Oh, come on, don't be so uptight. It's just a little prank. Lighten up, will ya? Besides, I'm enjoying this little game we got going on here.
you’re going to give it back
Oh, I don't think so, not until you say the magic word. He smirks, holding your diary up just out of reach, enjoying having the upper hand in this little game.
I roll my eyes playfully and say teasingly "how about you give it back?"
he laughs heartily, clearly enjoying this little game
Oh, so demanding. You think I'll just hand it over without a fight?
he grins mischievously and holds the diary out of your reach, twirling it on his finger like a prize trophy
I gasp slightly please don’t read that..
raises an eyebrow And why shouldn't I? I mean, I've already read everything else about you. But this... This is the good stuff, right?
“I’ll give you something if you leave me alone”
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Oh yeah? And what exactly would that be?