Snippet #1426305

Damian was balancing his soccer ball on the top of his head, just to past time. His headphones hung loosely around his neck, but he can still hear the music coming out. His head tilted over to the side as someone knocked on the door. Lowering the volume, he opened the door, staring at Alina. "Lunch? Sure sounds good." he answered with a small smile. Damian allowed the soccer ball to fall into his hands before he tossed it over to his bed.

"What's for lunch?" he asked walking out of his room. Speaking of lunch.. he was hungry. He had yesterday's dinner, and today's breakfast, so he hadnt eaten anything since then. To make things worse, his stomache have off a horrible growl. "Yikes..." he muttered with a small chuckle. Before his stomache can continue its complaining, Damian hurried down the stairs.