damian drove back from the convenience store with stuff, he opened the front door and came in holding a store bag in one hand and a cigar in the other, strands of his short blonde hair fell on his face, he looked even hotter like that, he was wearing a grey wife beater that covered his chisled torso, and baggy black jeans. he walked upstairs and saw you in the room, he tossed some stuff on the bed and after that he folded his arms and leaned on the wall "I got you stuff.." he said flatly