Prototype : A New Start

Enjoy Your Stay!

"So, how's with stealing the spotlight, Damian?" The all-too-familiar voice started.

The evolved in question turned to glare at his fellow blonde... well, as glare-ey as he could, 'cause he looks more like he's pouting instead of being genuinely angry. He huffed, poking at his lunch tray with a fork as if it was preparing to attack him.

"What happened anyway? What did we miss?" Ilya jumped in, hands firmly gripping the side of the table. Her eyes looked.... dead, as if she has seen things that one shouldn't have ever witnessed from the first place. "I swear to God that teacher is an absolute fucking bitch. First day on school and she already slapped print-outs on our fucking face. I swear if there is anymore classes involving numberstodayiwillfuckingendreality-"

While Ilya continued to ramble, Damian turned to Maria in confusion, who returned the stare with the 'I already gave up' expression. In the end, He chuckled to himself out of amusement.

"Ilya, I would have taken your threats seriously if your Russian accent doesn't make it sound so normal." He smiled, earning a gasp from the brunette.

"WHAT DID I JUST HEAR? IS THAT AN INSULT? DID YOU ASSUME US RUSSIANS TO RAMBLE LIKE DRUNKARDS-"

"Technically you already are." Valeria sighed, "And you haven't even touched any alcohol... yet."

"Blyat." She cursed in Russian, before taking her carton of milk and gulped down a quarter of its content in one go. "You all know too much."

"Aaaaaaaanyway." Valeria quickly moved to change the topic, hoping to stop her Russian friend from burning down the cafeteria with everyone in it from any unfortunate incident involving molotov cocktails. "Harrington wanted us to introduce ourselves, and he also asked us to tell everyone where we came from."

"Well? So-" Ilya froze on her seat, before turning to face the only male of the group. "Oh."

"A quarter of the class is spent on interrogating him about Manhattan," She continued, reluctantly biting into her cold nuggets. "Nothing to say, but I- Mmmmhh- expected everyone to know about him by tomorrow."

"And I'm sure that you wouldn't happen to have a hand in that." Maria muttered, earning a look from the blonde.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, with a dangerous glint in her eyes, which the jet-haired girl returned. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Suddenly, the temperature dropped. And Damian, confused as he was with the sudden hostility while he was finishing the last of his beans, stared at his two friends who were stuck glaring at one another.... until they suddenly just giggled to themselves, before returning to whatever they were doing.

God, even for him that was absolutely awkward.

"Don't even bother." Ilya whispered, nudging him by the side with a silly grin. "These two loves jabbing at each other so much I'm surprised why they haven't fucked already."

"We all heard that, Ivanovich."

"Chyort."

Damian set his body to operate autonomously while half of his mind wandered off to.... somewhere in the back of his head. He was absolutely confused by this logic. So they are friends- best friends, but they were willing to scorn at each other with such maliciousness... and it was normal? That... doesn't make any sense.

But maybe he was relying on too much logic. Emotions and the thoughts of a human mind are a delicately intricate thing, and it is something that he is still learning directly. Damian mentally nodded to himself, deciding to be more open minded in the future.