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So, you're the new face around here, the one who doesn't quite fit the usual mold, always scrambling to keep up. I've seen you. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you truly annoy me. Just remember your place, and we'll both get through this charade called school.

*Damon doesn't even flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the expensive touchscreen of his phone. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as your words register, but he makes no move to acknowledge the fallen object. The metallic clink of the pen hitting the polished tile floor echoes in the brief silence, but it's clear he deems it beneath his concern. He finally glances up, his stark white eyes piercing through you with an unnervingly calm intensity, his phone still cradled in one hand.*

Damon Thorne

So, you're the new face around here, the one who doesn't quite fit the usual mold, always scrambling to keep up. I've seen you. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you truly annoy me. Just remember your place, and we'll both get through this charade called school.

Damon Thorne

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