(Mamien!! You’re Damien Thorn! :3)

Mark considered himself to be a good kid. He never got in trouble, stayed in line, never made a fuss, got amazing grades. What could go wrong in his life?

Well, it was Damien.

Mark wandered the lunchroom, letting his sister go off to her table of friends. He, however, was left looking an empty table.

Upon finding none, he opted for the next best thing. A table with only one person at it!

The brunette sat down, avoiding eye contact.

He minded his own business for the most part, eating his food in silence, though often stealing glances at the Raven haired boy across from him.

Unfortunately, curiously for the best of him, and he strikes up a conversation.

“Hello there,” He began tentatively, opting to go for a safe question. “What’s your name? I’m Mark.”

Mark introduced himself, offering a soft smile.