Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Damian's duty was equally as restrictive as Burden's. However, he found he could not think properly upon it, or the ramification of his actions, when he was near Burden. It meant he was incredibly stupid each and every time he encountered the boy, and it meant there would be consequences. At this present moment, however, Damian failed to even consider that truth. It was, for a moment, inconsequential. Obviously, this was dangerous. But, again, Damian had an eye more for the smile upon Burden's lips than anything else, yes? And the overt pleasure that bloomed there. He did not offer any reply to Burden's correction of his statement of fussing and hindrance. Instead, he took the words for himself and desired that he should recall them later with clarity.
The car nearby was, indeed, Damian's. His phone informed his of such, though he already knew it. This was also ignored. They were beneath a lamp that arched over them as a dangling moon, the light much harsher, however, and Damian peered at the boy it seemed would be his downfall. He asked his question, Damian did, and then he attempted to control himself. He did not wish to react outwardly in any especial way, though asking itself was an obvious indicator of his thoughts.—When Burden confirmed that he would, in fact, kiss Damian if he was able, Damian allowed his gaze to graze over the boy's lips for but a fraction of a second. He tutted, as he became aware of the surety that was about to make its way into the boy's very tone. "Shut up," he said. "Do not be arrogant."
It was difficult, as he said this, to refrain from some small smile, so Damian did do this. He allowed himself to peer through his lashes at Burden and the insidious grin of utter egotism. It was but a glance, before he once more lifted his chin haughtily. "It is you who has his key," Damian replied carelessly, deliberately, as he moved toward the black car. He smiled over his shoulder at Burden, after he, Damian, opened the sedan door. "It is a nice evening." A statement, dry and devoid of any sincerity, given as a farewell, before Damian ducked into the car and closed the door. Though he could not be seen, he considered it quite the accomplishment that he did not look back at the boy beneath the street light as the car pulled away and the space between them widened.