Dustin who refuses to answer to his name looks up. Seeing the girls enter. He studies them. He was not a happy person. In fact his childhood had been robbed from him. He had learned early on the truth of life. There was no such thing as fun and games. No time to be a kid. To explore and learn things. No time to just be who you are. Since being who you are is never good enough for others.<br/><br/>The best lesson in life is to learn however, is that there is no such thing as love. Not from your parents not from anyone. He was taught from age three and up that love mean pain. And pain meant getting beat to a pulp by your father. And mother constantly was negative. Yeah...his hopes for love existing at this point in time...slim to none.<br/><br/>He brushes a strand of hair from his face. Revealing more of those sexy features. He wasn't too gothic. In fact compared to some...he was tame. Very tame. He ignores her looking over him. He motions with his hand. "Do you see anywhere else to sit?" his voice sexy, sensual, it was basically sex through words and exotic but clearly American. He looks up and his navy blue eyes took her in.<br/><br/>He lets out a smile that belied the sparkle within those deep entrancing eyes. "Is it? I see no name cards." he says. His tone held little to no life. In fact you could still see the bruise on his cheek. It was in the shape of a fist with a sports ring on it. He looks at her.<br/><br/>Smiling a drop dead sexy devil may care smile. "And in any case...I refuse to sit on the floor just because I'm new." he says. "Sent to this new prison...life is but one figurative jail after another." he mutters. And ignores her for a moment. "By the way...your hot to look at but your personality is so cold its a distancer." he says. And falls silent eating. His eyes for a moment had shown the internal pain he hid behind his masks of indifference and smartassedness.