Manor: Damian/Misha
[Could be Damian would notice there wasn't enough time for anyone to get up on them damn eaves, not quick like Misha managed. Damian drew the picture, and next minute there were legs hanging down from them eaves and swinging in front of Damian's window. Real long legs encased in plaid pajama pants, and his slippers were brown and threatening to fall clear off white-socked feet. If Damian looked up, he'd see Misha there, blond hair only slightly ruffled some, and a white t-shirt plain and wrinkled with sleeping.]