[color=000000][h3]Damian Hill[/h3][/color]

Damian looked up from the ground when he saw the blonde girl's feet in the edges of his peripheral vision. [color=ed1c24]"If only I knew where the cafeteria was,"[/color] he replied in a lighthearted tone while rubbing the back of his neck. It may have sounded like a joke, but he was actually serious. The boy had gotten completely lost while exploring the campus and wasn't even sure which direction the lunch room could possibly be.

He watched in amazement as he saw the girl he had just met make the snack machine cough up a single pop-tart. He accepted it with a grateful smile across his face. [color=ed1c24]"That's amazing. Thank you,"[/color] he said to her. As he began to open the small, frosted pastry, he stopped for a moment as he realized that he just accepted something what was technically stolen merchandise. The thought quickly passed and Damian took a large bite of the sugary rectangle. He shouldn't feel bad right? After all, it's not like he was the one who stole it.

After swallowing the piece of the pop-tart that he was eating, the boy replied, [color=ed1c24]"M-My name's Damian. I don't have a shorter name for you to call me by unfortunately."[/color] At first, he began to chuckle at his own joke, but Damian quickly realized that it wasn't really that funny and the small laugh seemed to awkwardly end all of a sudden. [color=ed1c24]"It's nice to meet you though, Val."[/color] Suddenly remembering that most greetings usually involved shaking hands, Damian's hand shot out like a bullet as he tried to make up for forgetting his manners. [color=ed1c24]"So how'd you do that with the machine. Do you have technopathy or something?"[/color] he asked before realizing that she might not realize what that meant and adding on, [color=ed1c24]"That's the ability to talk to machines."[/color]