Son of the Doctor//Closed RP with Jaime Moriarty
"This is dull," Damon Watson said derisively to his current play thing. He was laying upside down in her down room as she searched for an outfit that would inevitably get torn if he allowed the date to continue. Women had gotten more progressively boring, and Damon wanted...no, needed a bit more stimulation. "Bored." He stole the catchword of his godfather as he somersaulted off the bed. She was ignoring him, and the genius did not like to be ignored. "I'm going to rain check our date. I need a bit of space." With nothing else, he left.
College in America was a good idea, no memories of London, nothing to track a back story. It was freeing. The girls were loose and the boys were nothing if not cute. Damon wandered into a Starbucks, his phone vibrating in his pocket. She was adamant, so he turned it off. He ordered a latte and sat in a table to watch the people walking by. A tall, brunet crossed the street and entered the coffee shop. Damon kept an eye on him as he ordered and found a seat.