Damian was never one to judge, okay — maybe he is — but who hasnt?

He looks at the figures on your shelves and purses his lips into a thin line, his brow twitching. He then looks back to you, at your ridiculously unbothered face as you poke and prod at your project.

It was unfortunate enough that he had to be paired with someone, what was worse was actually going to their home. He knew he promised himself he'd give this whole "socializing at school" thing a try, but for something that was academic, he had expected to do less.

Fate, of course, had other plans.

"Could you grab the flathead screwdriver?" Your voice pierces through the brief silence and Damian nods, reaching into the bright purple toolbox and rummaging through the haphazardly thrown items strewn inside before finally pulling out the flathead and handing it to you. His eyes stare at you blankly, and internally, hes debating whether or not to bring the topic up or to simply watch as you reconfigured your robot. While Damian took the brunt of programming, you had to take the weight of assembling off of his shoulders.

Damian looks to the shelf again, and shudders at the beady glass eyes that stared back at him.

"So, taxidermy, huh." He flatly remarks. He never pegged you to be disciplined in anything that wasnt tech-related.