<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Juuzou.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Deville<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moves into The Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning time.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zabryna, Open (mentioning Nerida and Mina).<br/><hr/><br/>Damon exited the room that Nerida had pulled him into and caught his breath for a second... Wait, was he supposed to be doing something? Shrugging from not realising just where he had to be that morning (though to be fair, noone had actually told him either or... much more likely; he forgot) he looked about the corridors. He knew before Nerida grabbed him he was half-looking for where Mina went, though the thought of that exited his head when he could smell something super nice wafting through the air! *sniff, sniff...* his nose twitched as he followed the scent down the corridor, "That's cake!" he beamed and nearly slipped and fell as his legs skipped to run faster than they could carry his weight to get to where it was!<br/><br/>Finding the smell strongest coming from the Kitchen door, he hurriedly opened it and beamed out, "Caaaake!!" whilst looking around to see where it could be... When his eyes fell upon Ms. Admiral, the cooking teacher stood there preparing it. The teacher looked young for age and seemed to be a completely different version of innocent than Damon's naivety tinted by mischief had. It wasn't that Damon was dumb either, though he was incredibly forgetful and perhaps also a bit lazy if things didn't involve food or sex. However if something could drain him of brains, it'd probably be a combo of them both... "Caaaake!!" he squeed out, pointing at the delicacy that Ms Admiral was just finishing off...