Interrupting the quiet

[Andreas Ivaring]

Friendships, sure. He wasn't going to lie and say that he had a lot of those, so the prospect excited him a little bit. It was an excitement that he curbed, and didn't let get shown on the outside. It was that lack of emotional discharge that usually left him looking a lot nastier than he really was. Even the people he considered immune from insult really didn't care for him. "I suppose it is, yeah." He'd decided with a nod, finally fully sliding the book away in to his bag, setting one leg up on the bench, curled in towards himself, and rested on its side. He offered Damion his absolutely full attention. Though, still, his puzzle wasn't one that he was going to open up, not with ease.

Blue eyes locked with blue, the final gesture to show that he did indeed have interest in continuing the conversation through small-talk, that he actually had some iota of interest in what he had to say, instead of just that disgruntled smile-and-nod business that almost everyone did. It was an impressive feat that Damion managed to get this far, as far as he was concerned. But it was nice being able to have a casual conversation with someone, without actually having to care about if he'd have to spin them or manipulate someone.

In reality, he was a pretty damaged guy, and this was a bit cathartic and helpful, even if one would almost never hear him admit that with company around.

"You're a lot more interesting than almost everyone I can think of off the top of my head. All I hear all the time is 'waaaah my boyfriend' this, or 'you whore blablabla' that. Teenage drama is so annoying."

[Damion Rayt]

Damion took everything the other boy was doing in response to what he said as good things, though even if Andreas was insulting him Damion wouldn't have taken it personally. Do unto others as his mother would say, and since she was kindness incarnate her son had a little bit of that in him. It helped that he hadn't shifted in a few days, so the cat was far to the back of his mind. Though at the other boy's full attention it seemed to pull forward a bit and Damion leaned forward, smiling a bit. 

He blinked as Andreas once more complimented him, wondering what he'd done to deserve the praise. Though it was true he wasn't really much for the teenage drama/angst that most of the school seemed full of. 

"Hard to be whiny over a boyfriend you don't have." He smirked jokingly, though the wink may have alluded to other things. Maybe. Then again that may be thinking too much into it. "And honestly, calling anyone a whore is a waste of my time. There are better things to talk about then someone's sexual activities." He stopped for a moment as if contemplating that statement then shrugged, it was mostly true anyways. "Besides, if I'm always worried about what other people are saying or doing, then they win. And I hate losing." One thing Damion was, was competitive, and he had promised not to let anything get in the way of what he wanted. That was probably why he flirted so much, he saw something or someone he liked and went for it. "You agree?"

[Andreas Ivaring]

His little efforts didn't go unnoticed. Andreas was, honestly, completely unsure why this guy was winking at /him/, was treating /him/ so nicely. He'd been told things like 'you're cute', but it was almost always in a condescending manner, or from one of his aunts. And really, those didn't hold any credence in his mind. So, all of these little movements, in a way, really confused him. He'd never admit it, Andreas was the kind of guy to let his pride get in the way of everything.

But his praise, his compliments, he didn't put on even the slightest veneer of anything. Whether they were flirty, or just simply nice was all up to whatever interpretation Damion wanted to tag to it. That was just the way he worked to people that were practically strangers. He was being honest, though. And as far as he was concerned, honesty that didn't really sound like much else.

He wasn't really a good authority, though. Being a guy who regularly baited people, regularly goaded people in to emotional traps. So amicable conversations were a completely new ground. When Damion shared his philosophy (Which sounded a little half-baked for a moment, but Andreas paid that no extra attention), he nodded. "People are really too concerned about what the people they dislike are saying about them. And then they work their minds in to some Xanatos-esque series of gambits and thoughts. They destroy themselves over it, and it's just something they can't control." Anyone could have just said that, but something told him that Damion wasn't exactly the superficial sort.

"Glad to know there's some intelligence left in the world. Heh."