“Chicago.” And see? Damien Anderson-Belfort knew things. Just not school things, apparently (not that he was failing, but he was no Ravenclaw). He’d like to talk to Apollo a bit more, he was interesting, eccentric and Damien was curious.

Was it weird that Damien was slightly attracted to him? Probably, then again he seemed like D’s type… Crazy.

Calling the dude by his first name would feel weird, but yeah, okay, sure. “Eh, Apollo?” He raised his hand, casually sitting back in his seat. “Firstly, can I please try your hat?” It was a serious question.

“Secondly, story of ragnarok. Thor fighting the Midgardian Serpent, the earth sinking into the sea as the stars vanish and everything cuts to black? It’s kind of more of a prophecy almost, more than a myth, but that’s one.” He’d gone off track, he realized that, but he was really excited about this.

Sorry?