Damian followed, running a tattooed hand through his purple hair, letting his tongue run over the four silver hoops that where attached to the corners of his bottom lips, his long legs allowing him to be able to walk in line with Christopher.
"So, Chris, what are you into?" He decided to make a conversation, knowing this 'friendship' wouldn't go anywhere if neither of them tried.
Christopher pulled an orange flavored lollipop out of his pocket, showing it to Damian before unwrapping it and shoving it in his mouth. "Dunno. Lollipops, volleyball, any type of sport really." He sounded a little different with the lollipop in his mouth. "Oh, and I did a riflery class once. That was fun."
Damian nodded, an impressed look on his face, "I used to play hockey when I was little, huge fan, oh, and my dad's would take me out one day and rented the whole ice rink, I remember getting my first skates, I was more into figure skating than Hockey at the time…and then I got into middle school and we moved around a lot so I didn't really have time to join any teams after that.." He said, shaking his head as he thought of all the fun times he had with his parents.
Christopher nodded along, waiting to ask his question when Damian was done speaking. "I'm sorry, dads? As in more than one?"
Damian looked back over to Christopher, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing, his playful smirk wiped off his face.
"Why, is that a problem?" He asked, voice deep and threatening, the playful gleam draining from his eyes.
"No. I was just wondering. Didn't know if you just made a mistake or something." Christopher responded, raising his hands as if surrendering. "I grew up in a very…conservative family. Saying something like that would raise a lot of questions."
His threatening glare melted into the charming smile that had been on his face just a moment ago.
"Oh, okay I understand! Yeah, my dad who's in the military is gay, and my other dad who is an English professor is pansexual. They adopted me when I was nine." He continued to walk as if his personality didn't do a complete 180.
Christopher shook his head and continued walking, not sure what to think of this guy. "Yeah, my family is super generic and boring. They even sent me to an all boys boarding school." He scrunched up his nose.
"That sucks." Damian said, thinking of what it must have been like, "Did you have to like…wear uniforms and sh-tuff?" He asked, quickly correcting his language.
He sighed, taking the lollipop out of his mouth. "Yeah. Maroon blazer and khaki pants." Chris rolled his eyes.
"Ew." He fake gagged, before gesturing to himself with one hand, "As you can see, I don't really like dressing all formal, I leave that to the preppy kids who think they're better than everybody." He joked, looking forward he spotted the main office, burying his hands in his pockets he replaced his friendly smile with the same bored look he had when he arrived.
Christopher opened the door to the main office and walked inside, the smell of coffee overwhelming him. "Hello. I was wondering where we go to find what cabin we're in?" He asked the man at the front desk.
"First I'm gonna see if there's a few kids who need to get picked up." Quinn said to Eli and Ellie, walking towards the main office. She had a slight limp from her prosthetic, but other than that she looked like a pretty 'normal' teen.
Damian stood silently behind Christopher, chewing on the inside of his lip, watching as the guy passed Christopher two papers and told him where to go, itching to get to his cabin and unpack.
"Great. Thanks." Chris handed one of the papers to Damian and read his own. "Cabin seven." He read out loud.
"New kids?" Quinn asked, leaning on her prosthetic, her curly blond hair falling around her face. "Huh. . . cabin seven. Not bad."
"Not bad?" Chris looked up at the girl who had spoke. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." Quinn grinned, her olive green eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. "My name's Quinn, and you?"
He turned to Chris, furrowing his eyebrows as he listened to the two.
"Christopher. You can call me Chris." He repeated what he told nearly everyone he met.
"Damian" He answered, sticking out his hand, returning to his usual stiff and serious posture.
Patrick was heading toward his cabin when he noticed two other boys heading toward the main office building. "Shoot," he thought to himself, "Were you supposed to check in first?" Glancing at the cabin, he sighed for the umpteenth time today, and changed directions.
"Ease up there, soldier." Quinn replied, using one of her random phrases. She shook Damian's hand and let it drop back to her side.
Damian gave Quinn a questioning look, before standing there awkwardly.
"Can you by any chance show us to our cabin?" He asked, his shoulders relaxing just a bit.
Chris kept in a laugh, finding Quinn's statement hilarious. "Oh yeah. I have no clue where cabin seven is."