When you know better than to incite your tiny brother’s wrath…
Jason: *chatting with Roy over the phone*
Damian: *painting a portait of Alfred*
Jason: *laughing out loud*
Damian: -Tt-
Jason: *accidentally kicks Damian’s stool while belly-laughing*
Damian: *nearly snapping his paintbrush in half*
Jason: *wheezing and wiping tears from his eyes*
Damian: Please. Stop. Making. Sounds. With your mouth, Todd.
Jason: *clears his throat, whispers something into the phone, then carefully walks out*