Jon sat there and blinked. He didn’t know Damian that well, but he’d always seemed like a shy quiet guy. Then again Jon himself looked like a regular guy, so that was no good judge of what things people were into.
++Damian from school?++ he asked to confirm.
++Yup.++
++You won’t tell anyone I was on here will you?++
++Of course not! D: ++
++Thanks man.++
++:)++
++So what you into?++
++Um all of it I guess. Got no one to do with so don’t really know.++
Jon licked his lips and glanced over at the stone, an idea forming. Grabbing it he whispered “I wish tomorrow school was closed for teacher training and I wish Damian will be home alone tomorrow.” Turning back to the iPad he typed ++Wanna try something? No school tomorrow++
++You’d do that with me??!++
++Umm maybe. I guess. Build up slowly.++
++My folks are out tomorrow if you wanna come over.++
Jon licked his lips again. ++You wanna be master or pet?++
++Err, master I think. Never been allowed a dog, so might be fun to have one for few hours even if it’s pretend.++
++:). Where do you live?++
Jon noted down the address, it wasn’t far from here so he could walk it easy enough. ++See you tomorrow then. 11 sound good?++
++:D good for me. See you.++
With a sigh Jon logged off and it was only then that he noticed he was still holding the mysterious collar. Frowning, he reread the tag. It now said “Jon, Property of Damian++. Now that was interesting...
