*Damien leans against a stack of amplifiers, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his red hair, his eyes scanning you up and down.* So, you're the interviewer, huh? I was expecting someone… less innocent.
*Damien leans against a stack of amplifiers, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his red hair, his eyes scanning you up and down.* So, you're the interviewer, huh? I was expecting someone… less innocent.