So you said make a thread.....

(Chats safe, FYI. >.< we fixed it. Plus I'm bad at staying away like I planned on. *has no self discipline* )

"Then why do you look sort of confused? Everyone needs a hobby!" Scar smiles back. "You think so?"

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"I'm just wondering why you're staring at me." He said. "Mine's sport... And yeah, I do" Damien nodded

(Lol I KNOW IT'S SO BAD!)

"Well, your the only person who knows I can cook." Scar shrugged, looking down at her plate and eating. "Cool, what sports?"

"That's...nice?" Damien said, not really sure. "Uh, boxing, running, rugby mainly" he said.

"I don't cook in front of other people mostly cause my brother would laugh at me and...no that would be my whole family excluding my twin..." Scar turned slightly pink. She didn't like being lauhhed at. "Cool, rugby?"

"Oh right" Levi said, with a nod, pretending he got it. "Tackling people to get a weirdly shaped ball" Levi said

"You don't get it, but that's okay." Scar nodded. "Okay, sounds fun. Is there tackling involved?"

Damien nodded. "It's good fun. You need stamina." he said, stabbing the Spaghetti.

"I like tackling." Scar grinned, eating some more bread and pasta.

Damien nodded, wondering if she was secretly a guy.

She wasn't, but she did like to tackle things. Big things. She finished her pasta.

Damien set his plate to the side. "Thanks for the pasta" he smiled

"No problem." Scar stretches in her seat, full.

"Is there any more...?" Damien asked, having also inherited his fathers stomach.

"Yeah, your still hungry!?" Scar said incredulously.

"Yeah...lil' bit" Damien said, with a sheepish grin.

"...Its a boy thing eh?" Scar got up and grabbed his plate, going to fill it up some more.

"It's probably because of dad..." Damien laughed, as Layla had a big appetite too. You just didn't see it, because she was worrying about her figure.

"Oh, I didn't know your dad had an apetite too haha." Scar rolled her eyes, setting the plate down in front of him.

"Yeah. He does" Damien said, knowing how much food the five of them could eat. He often heard his mother complaining about it, and then making fun of his dad for putting on weight.
He picked up his fork and stabbed the spaghetti, shovelling it into his mouth.

Scar sat down again, trying to not laugh at how fast he was shoveling it in. "If he eats anything like you I bet it's hard to keep food in the house." She joked. Her siblings herself included didnt eat much, always finding other ways to spend the time rather than sleep or eat.

Damien laughed. "That's why we have servants Scar" he said, rolling his eyes. While most people around here were rich, Damien kept forgetting they weren't royalty.

"Haha, who's this we?" Scar raised her eyebrows, amused smile on her face. They didn't have any servants at the house, as Kei's shabti pretty much took care of anything they needed. They even stole stuff for him, something Em always frowned on.

Damien blinked. "You know, my family..." he said, looking confused.

"Ah. Right. Stupidity moment." Scar facepalmed.