> Des looked around the dining hall, finding a place to sit. It was pretty much packed, till she noticed an empty table, save for the blonde haired teen sitting on one of the chairs. She proceeded to sit there, opposite the boy.
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> She could see why no one wanted to sit there. The teen had a menacing aura around him, the touch-me-and-you-die kind of aura, and had a face of discontent while chewing his food, brows furrowed, eyes glaring at it. Also, she heard him say, "This food tastes like shit," when she neared the table, so all the more so. Still, she decided to sit there anyway, because who cares, there's food and she's hungry. So she pulled the chair out, saying, "Excuse me, but I'll be sitting here," and sat on it. She then started eating what's on the plate in front of her.
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> "The food's quite alright, though it's leaning a bit to disgusting. So, what's your name?" Des questioned the blonde, after pausing from eating.

Turning his head slowly towards the newcomer, 'Arms' frowned. This woman still had the mannerisms of someone wealthier then him, but at least she didn't seem like some sort of pampered princess. Rather then respond at first, he was silent for a moment. "Andrew ... but the assholes upstairs call me Arms" he grumbled, turning back and tiredly poking at his meal with his fork.