(Yeah i got busy again with work things, sorry!)
Damien noticed the blonde haired male across the room. He appeared to be stressed and tense, and the boy on his phone wasn’t doing much at all to help. He brushed his fingers over the chain around his throat as he made his way over to the male. He grabbed a chair as he did so, tugging it over to sit near to him.
Noticing the drop of blood, he took a tissue from his pocket and held it out to the male. “Hey, need this?” he offered, one of his brows arching. He then tilted his head to look at the paper that had been drawn on. “What are you trying to draw?”
(Not a problem! I completely understand :))
Dakota looked up at the person approaching. He took the tissue, silent while he both thought about the question and wiped his lip, “Uh, a dog. I’m better at drawing on the computer or my iPad back home but, I can’t do it on paper,” he groaned. He pulled the tissue back and folded it only to place it back on his red lip.
The other volunteer finally looked up from his phone to Damien, “…What’s up?”
Damien held a friendly smile on his lips as he listened to the male. “Ah, I see. It is very different to switch to this. But I’m sure you’ll get used to it,” he said, shifting in his chair to lean back in his seat. When the other volunteer spoke up, he looked over, still holding the smile. “Nothing much. Looking at something pretty interesting, huh?” he asked, his tone having the passive edge of scorn at the fact that he was sitting on his phone instead of helping out.
Dakota nodded, "Yeah, okay," he sighed, "It's just that everyone tells me that and it doesn't see to be working." He peeled the tissue off of his lip to look at the small dot of blood on the white paper.
"Uh, yeah," The volunteer clicked the home button on his phone and turned it off, "Who are you, anyway? I haven't seen you around here recently."
