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[h2][color=orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
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Damon had been silently following along ayita. He did not really like the way she looked. The look of that any second a tiger could replace her and he would have to try to calm her down. That being said, he was at a further distance then usual. And was completely absorbed into his own thoughts. Could he actually make sure she didn't damage anyone with just his tattoos? He had confidence in them, but what if they weren't enough. 

Damon shook free of his thoughts and rolled his shoulders as he went to keep walking. That was when he got bumped into. Well more like collided with someone. He winced and saw a girl go down. Along with her falling was ayita nearly jumping out of her skin and him freaking out for a moment as well. He watched her grab her book and go off leaving him with the person. He seemed a bit bug eyed for a moment until he regained his composure. Awkwardly he held out a hand to help her up. 

Damon was just as terrible at interacting outside of missions as ayita was in general. As his arm had moved his sleeve had slid causing more of his dragon tattoo to be visible. It seemed to curl slightly around his arm and one spot seemed to press up against his skin for a second. Damon had ignored of that and instead was focused on what he might say after he pulled the girl up. What was a good way to do it? Say your name? what? He internally sighed. He was too quiet a person for these types of things.