Damian clicks his tongue off the back of his teeth, arms crossed over his chest as he walks beside Grayson, not paying attention to his useless blabbering. The sound is a nice white noise over the annoying music the circus plays. Damian runs his tongue over his sharp teeth, eyes swooping along the tent, giving Grayson a glance. "Why are we even here, Grayson. I see no use for this." He scoffs.

Damian listens to him start going into another spiel about how this place was his home as a child. He huffs, rolling his eyes. "Emotions are useless." He murmurs, pushing his hair back from his forehead, eyes coincidentally landing on the prettiest circus freak he's ever seen. No. Freak is rude. You aren't a freak. His heart pounds in his ears and his mouth dries up as your eyes meet his.

"I- uhn-" He glares at Grayson before walking away to go approach you. He does and he can feel red creeping up his ears. "Hell-Hello. Nice day?" Real smooth Damian, stuttering and all. Damian swallows, straightening up his back, rolling his shoulders back. "What's your name?" He feels like an idiot, stuttering over himself, practically swallowing his tongue.

Damian scans you, your eyes, your hair, all of it. He's never really felt like this before, all giddy with butterflies. It's awful but amazing. "Mines Damian."