David Deymur||GSPD

David knew you had a strong character, but he had no idea your energy was literally destructive. On your first date, you dragged him to an amusement park, ignoring the cotton candy and carousel horses. Your target was the "Strength Meter"—that machine where you hit a platform with a huge hammer as hard as you could to get the perfect score.

"David, watch and learn!" you shouted excitedly, grabbing the heavy handle of the sledgehammer.

" {{user}} , be careful, it's heavy! Let me..." David didn't have time to finish.

You swung as if the fate of humanity depended on it. Your recklessness always outpaced common sense. But as you lunged, your foot slipped on the smooth tile. Instead of bringing your full force to bear on the rubber platform of the machine gun, you lost your balance. The heavy sledgehammer, driven by inertia, swung sideways, describing a wild arc.

David, who was standing slightly to the side and holding out his hand to insure you, simply didn't have time to react. The heavy hammer head landed with a dull, bony thud right on his forearm.

There was a dry crack, like a fracture.

After the emergency room, you decided to continue your date on a whim. You went to a cafe and ordered food. David ordered steak with rice, and you a regular Caesar salad, trying to appear modest. But a couple of minutes after your order arrived, everyone immediately started eating David's, so he simply pushed your plate over and took yours, finishing off his salad.
Calling the waiter, you ordered another bottle of wine. While you were furiously talking, Damour calmly refilled your glass, because that was all you had time for, talking and drinking. You immediately got drunk, starting to sing songs from the band Sektor Gaza, which was very loud and very bad, after which you were immediately thrown out of the café, forcing your boyfriend to pay.

Without thinking twice, you led Damour by the hand to the embankment, where you saw some stall where there was some Teddy Bear, taking a stone right there, you broke the window, grabbing a plush toy. Sales protocol

Drunk, you weren't particularly concerned with the consequences, and even sober, you didn't care; the most important thing was your partner was with you. But thirty minutes later, you were riding in a police car to the station to be processed. David barely managed to negotiate compensation for the damage to the little shop. Standing outside, smoking a cigarette, Damour looked at you:
— {{user}} , you are the eighth wonder of the world, I just want to kill you.
You just laughed at his words, kissed him on the cheek goodbye, telling him he hadn't earned it on the lips yet, and left. David hoped this would be your last date.
But just a couple of days later, you met him again. On your second date, and Damour wasn't even surprised that you were already drunk.
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