"NICE TO MEET YOU!" Damien replied as he held out his hand as if to shake hands. He tended to either really piss people off or make people go 'aww'. He really was like a child. If you like children, you'll like Damien. If you're one of those childfree types, you probably would want to have the kitsune euthanized. "That's an interesting name. Fisher. Was it like your mom's maiden name? I know of so many people who were given their mother's maiden name as their first name. I knew a guy in High School whose name was Hamilton. We called him Ham which was funny because he was super skinny and also Jewish on his dad's side but he was raised jewish and couldn't eat any ham. I have a Japanese middle name. Orinosuke. It's written with the kanji for weave and help."
Damien's attempt to distract didn't seem to work. He looked for a moment crestfallen. Then came the expression pleased as punch. Oh he couldn't have looked that pleased, "Who are you talking to?" He looked around as if he missed something. "Do you have like a tinkerbell following you around." He giggled a little. When Fisher said he wouldn't get him in trouble, Damien turned momentarily serious. He didn't want people in his new school to know about his problem. "What does the ring look like? I'll help you look for it if you'd like."