Turtles? Cats? Birds? Oh My! [Open]

Damien stepped into the pet store and looked around a moment, wondering if there were any animals inside that would be particularly enjoyable for a Banshee to have. He looked around and kept looking. He went from kittens to puppies to fish to birds, who were not overly fond of him, and finally he ended at the reptiles and amphibians. Perhaps he would get a snake or some sort of turtle. He really wasn’t sure what he should get, but he knew that he couldn’t really ask the man running the shop since, well, he liked to try and keep what he was a secret from as many people as he could

The bell above the door rang and Damien stepped a moment as he looked at the turtle before him. He heard a bit of a ringing in his right ear, his ear that was closest to the door and it made him frown a little before he tried his best to focus on the turtle before him. The little guy seemed to like him and Damien nodded his head before he looked around, trying to see if he could find the other things he would need for his newest companion, a tank, food, other items when he found that there was a young redheaded girl staring at him. As the two made eye contact, he felt something inside of him move. He wasn’t sure what, but this girl seemed…familiar to him and it worried him.

Still the man did nothing but smile and wave at her a little before he turned and went back to looking for the things he would need for his turtle, even picking up a book on turtle care and flipping through it as he walked around, grabbing a basket as he went to hold everything he would eventually need for the cute little shelled creature.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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Notes; Yaaaaay Lydia!

Damien grabbed everything that he needed for his new pet turtle, or what he hoped would be a new pet turtle. Food, decorations, toys and things, and several different books on turtle care. He had stuffed all of them in the basket that he had on his arm and he had been thinking about approaching the man behind the desk when he heard a low, but loud thud not too far from him. He paused a little bit before he thought about what he should do. He could either go and help like a good man or he could pretend like he had never heard it, which was perfectly acceptable in his mind, but he digressed and set his basket down near the register and heading over to the noise.

Shen Damien stepped into view of the aisle, he saw the rather large bag of dog food laying in front of the strawberry blonde that had been staring at him before. He walked over to her, smiling a little. “Um, would you like any help?” He asked her, his Irish accent as obvious as his bright, 1000 kilowatt smile. He hoped that he wouldn’t offend her by asking if she wanted help, but he couldn’t just not offer. His mother would fly to the colonies to kill him herself.

Tag; Lydia Martin
Words; 220
Notes; Yaaaaay Lydia!

Damien gazed over at the girl, ignoring that strange nagging feeling at the back of his mind as he waited for her answer. He hoped that she would answer soon or he would look like a complete and total creep and that was the last thing he wanted. There was a moment, a very brief moment before she replied. She blushed a little, not that he cared all that much since she was probably embarrassed by being asked that. She told him that she would like some help and that she couldn’t pick it up and that it was heavy. He nodded his head and she smiled at him before he smiled back again, thanking him. He shrugged his shoulders. ”No problem, little miss,” he told her with a smile as he walked closer and grabbed the bag of dog food, hauling it over his shoulder. ”Should I take it to the register?” He asked her curiously, not sure why he asked since, well, where else would he take it?

Tag; Lydia Martin
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Damien gazed at the young woman, smiling over at her as she blushed a little more when he spoke. She nodded at him when he asked her if she wanted him to go over to the register. She thanked him as they made their way towards the register as she stated that she appreciated it. ”No problem,” he told her before the girl said that if her dog wasn’t so picky, she’d have got a different brand of dog food. He chuckled. ”They want what they want,” he stated as they made their way towards the counter. ”What kind of dog do you have?” He asked her curiously.

Then the girl did something he didn’t expect. She apologized and asked if she knew him from somewhere. He shrugged. ”I don’t believe we’ve met. I just moved here a few weeks ago and got a job at the high school teaching English. I’m not really from the area,” he told her with a small smile. ”Although, if it makes you feel better, I also feel as though I’ve met you before,” he reasoned before he wondered if he would be branded a pedophile and chased out of town. He hoped not.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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A chuckle escaped Damien’s lips when Lydia said that her dog, Prada was it’s name, was probably just tiny and picky. ”Probably, but to be honest, so are people so you can’t be too upset with them,” he told her with a grin as he continued to walk towards the front counter with the bag of dog food over his shoulder. The girl was nice, not that he figured she wouldn’t have been but it was rather refreshing since the last person he met was rather…well…she was interesting…and somewhat terrifying but he digressed.

The girl spoke up again, saying that it was from the high school. She said that she still went to Beacon Hills High so she could have seen him around there. He chuckled a little. ”I don’t think so. I mean I just got the job a few weeks ago so I won’t be starting until this fall semester,” he reasoned, not glad that he was shooting down the one place they could have met, but he didn’t want to lie to her either.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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Damien looked over at the girl as she rubbed at her eyes, asking what brought him to the pet shop. He smiled at her a little awkwardly as they arrived at the counter. He set down the bag of dog food before she asked what brought him to Beacon Hills. She asked who would want to live there since it was pretty bizarre and dangerous. He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I’m in the store looking for a turtle of some sort. As for the town? I, um, had to leave Ireland and find another place to stay. Family issues,” he told her, lying but that didn’t matter. ”Besides, have you ever been to Ireland? Dangerous place I’ve ever been,” he joked, smiling over at her.

Tag; Lydia Martin
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