Re: [In-person: Damian/Misha]
The hunter thought the puffy-jacket'ed boy was likely the social sort, and he reckoned there might be something worth knowing to come from his lips. Hence, he handed over that cigarette box with a tip, letting one smoke slip out and into Damian's dark hand. "Ain't you the bossy one?" he asked, and it was real clear he didn't like that real well. He considered, but he did have questions to ask, and the boy in the rockstar shirt hadn't helped a lick. "I'm interested in rumors in town, folks here that ain't meant to be, trouble whispered 'bout, that sort of thing," he explained. He didn't react at all to Damian's name. Truth was, Jesus could stand in front of the hunter and identify himself, and he wouldn't blink a lash.
He pulled his lighter from his pocket, pure silver, and he handed it over. It was deliberate defiance of that saying that he could light the cigarette. The hunter, he wasn't lighting nobody's cigarette for them. There was something dark in his light eyes, and it said he might light other things for this boy, but not on command.
Misha, this Misha, he was wondering how much the world would go spinning off its axis if he just wiped that boy from living. Now, that wasn't thinking real careful, since, technically, 'least when it came to space shared, he was that boy in the line with Damian.