Re: [In-person: Dami & Misha.]
You will not claim me? [Damian feigned a subtle sort of affront, even in the unsubtle yellow, not allowing the corners of his mouth to twitch upward in any manner of betrayal. But, Damian did not consider himself to be 'put out,' though his understanding of the phrasing was unclear at best. However, as it was said with Misha smiling, he did finally smile back—between the tutting and eyerolling. He did not, even still, think the boy regular, in spite of reassertions, but he did not offer another contradiction. Instead, he rolled his eyes once more. He began to work upon his boots, when Misha pulled him to his feet and kissed his cheek.
There was reproach in cool, green gaze when Misha admitted to missing his glasses.] Why? [The boy kissed his, Damian's, jaw, and Damian looked at him, close as they were.] I will allow it for a time, [he said, as if it were truly up to him. He had ceased tying, obviously, as it was no longer possible, and, so it was no feat then to bring his arms up and about the angel's neck.] Let us go home.