Merri/Damia | mid evening
Merri sheepishly smiled. She seemed nice, and it was enough for Merri to relax his shoulders a little.
"Nothing wrong with imaginary ones," he said, and he barely managed to stop himself from admitting to having had one or two himself growing up. "But, ah... well. If you'd like, I... could be your friend?" He winced as soon as he said it; so stupid! "Er. Um. I'm Merri." He extended a hand.