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friend: u look down whats up?

me: nothing, don’t worry:)

my mind: i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i miss exo i-

two year old Damian having an full MELTDOWN because he insists on placing the square block in the round hole, despite the fact that this is impossible.

Jason tries to explain this to him but he ends up just as upset because “It has edges, what you want is physically impossible!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“It’s round and that’s square, it won’t work!”

“WORK!”

“No, you’ll just break it!”

“BREAK! BREAK!”

“NO!”

Damian scrunches his face up and begins his unholy terror screams, wailing, “WORK! WORK! WOOORK!” and slamming the block against the hole violently. He ends up sobbing on the floor, sniffling into the carpet and cuddling the square block. Leather shoes stop beside him and Alfred picks him up to put him down for a nap upstairs. Damian smothers his head into the crook his neck, still tearfully warbling, “W-work-k…”