Re: Manor: Damian/Misha
[Misha grinned when Damian reckoned he supposed so.] You're real sweet to humor little old me. [He was teasing. Sure as the day was long, he was teasing. He wasn't paying a bit of attention to them cigarette ashes falling like rain onto the grounds below. Truth was, Misha wasn't much impressed with this big old manor home. Compared to Heaven, everything was real standard to Misha's bright blue gaze, and the boy next to him was a whole lot more interesting than bricks and mortar.]
I only got schooling 'til 10, least hereabouts, and even that schooling wasn't anything real memorable. When I went to live with my daddy, he wasn't real concerned with me learning standard things. He made sure my spelling was real fine, but the rest wasn't real important. I write like I talk, which I know ain't how fine folks do it. [He was still smiling, and it was plenty obvious Misha didn't give a damn 'bout his way of putting words down.]
We should trade stories 'bout our night some. [Misha wanted to get Damian talking, and he reckoned a fair trade might do the trick. He tugged one long leg up onto the space between them, foot wedged some against Damian's thigh and his body turned some toward the other boy. He looked some like a child expecting a bedtime story, and his smile was bright like sunlight shining.]