Sam: ok!
-by the power of role-playing magic you are already at the park-
(role playing magic: The most powerful magic of allll....) Damien walks around with his hands in his pockets
Damien: This is nice...
yesssss. .
Sam: -laying on the grass- hello sweet grass, oh how long I have missed your comfortness . . -w-
Lol grass is best bed
Damien looks at you and laughs. He sits down next to you
Damien: Comfy?
Sam: yep! -w-
Damien: Good.
A couple of little kids walk by. They see Damien's face and whisper something to each other, than laugh and run away. Damien sighs.
Sam: -he notices- . . they're just wispering about how cool your scars are u-u
Damien: I know they're not. It's ok, they're just kids...
Sam: :T . . Well even if they aren't, I think your scars are cool -n-
Damien: I-thanks...
He looks at his feet
