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Post by Damon Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 12:33:59 GMT -8
Damon hadn't thought that things could get ever get this bad. Hanging out with Stefan had not been his favorite activity, he was thinking that this was much worse than surly and brooding Stefan. Klaus was a whole different level of annoying, it seemed. He was too chipper, and rather too vague about his plans for someone who had roped Damon along to be his everlasting servant. He hadn't even been compelled as of yet, and come to think of it, Damon was beginning to wonder why he had not yet tried to escape.
Right. Because at this point, he had nothing better to do. Stefan was dead, Elena was grieving, and to top it all off, Klaus had decided they were going to go to London, half way across the world from the tiny town of Mystic Falls.
And for no particular reason, it seemed. Although he was making it a point to be reasonably quiet and to keep his opinion out of it, Damon was obviously growing frustrated by the minute. London has always been rather gross, polluted, and the clouds and rain never left the place.
He stopped walking down the street moment, glancing up at Big Ben for the time, and then practically groaning out loud when he realized that it wasn't even through the afternoon yet.
"Alright, Klaus, why in the world did we even come here? Because unless you had a sudden craving for an accent to rival yours, along with a side of tea and crumpets, I see literally nothing of value here."
That and it seemed like no one here was willing to have fun. Damon looked stereotypically American amongst the crowds of high class English citizens who were all wearing business suits, instead of a nice pair of jeans and a leather jacket. Disgusting. Where could he get a bottle of beer around here?
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