"you're not bad as everyone says you are"
Noel blinks in surprise. Someone had said that to him not too long ago as well and he couldn't help but wonder what he possibly did for people to think he was anything but an extraordinary individual. He takes a look at the man talking to him before smiling and putting his phone away, his last google search of creepiest urban legends put on hold for this conversation. "I've been nothing but good ever since I got here."
He sighs with a shake of his head, though his voice sounds more nonchalant than anything. He wasn't bothered by it - people would talk and if the demigods in the island were anything like the people in the outside world, they'd definitely judge him for his... peculiar appearance. There was barely any skin left without ink and he was certain his piercings didn't help. "But I'm glad you think I'm not so terrible, new friend."
His lunch break was almost over. "Say, have you ever considered getting a tattoo?"