Re: [In-person: Damian/Misha]
Damian did not respond to Misha's obvious taunting. So what if the idiot angel was more than likely correct in his assertion? Damian would not bother stooping to affirm such. He lifted his nose in the air, instead, for all of a moment, before he was mildly embarrassed by his own behavior (and Damian did not embarrass easily, but it did not help that the display was obviously stirring up emotions in Misha) and then, before he decided, instead of embarrassed, he was bored, and he pushed to hide his face against Misha's throat. He breathed there, against soft, pale skin, lashes lathing like a trapped butterfly. Misha was shifting, which Damian knew to be success on his part—or he assumed so. It did not even occur to him that it could be about the fool child dancing in tall shoes.
Misha's fingers played in well-oiled curls, coifed nicer than they ought be, had he truly been wearing a stupid toy crown. Damian peeped out, one large, pale eye, to peer up at Misha when the boy asked his question. Cold, calculating gaze shifted to himself upon the dance floor and the man he leaned so heavily against, teasing him with notions of confections. "Yes. Go see, if you desire." He did not know if this was possible, but he assumed it was, and he did not doubt that any version of himself would not ultimately prefer Misha over all others, even the stupid versions.