Damien was chilling in the bathrooms, skipping class like most people would. He was fiddling around with a piece of metal he was clearly trying to make into a weapon for whatever reasons he may have.

He'd noticed Oz(you) just about the same time the main door to the bathrooms slammed closed, smiling up at them with whatever daft idea he'd have this time.

It was rare the two got along overtly well. They were almost always cordial at least because Oz was just a generally shy but polite person. Which contradicted very much with Damien's brash and reckless nature. Most of the time this wasn't a problem if there were other people around as well. However, there weren't right now, so the two of them would have to chill with eachother without any complaints from Damien about how lame Oz could be because they thought starting a forest fire was a dumb idea.

"So, what are you getting yourself out of?" Damien asks, a flicker of flame just a little too close to Oz's face as Damien tries to DIY blacksmithing on a crusty sink counter.