Re: Manor: Damian/Misha
[Damian was not sweet. He glared at Misha and his teasing, but there was no real intent behind it. In fact, he was distracted shortly thereafter by his phone when it buzzed in his pocket. This was right before the boy suggested they share stories, but after his conversation with his Father, Damian was not in the mood. Every inch of him seemed to darken, whether with malice, anger, or something different, and he pocketed the phone in safe red immediately.
The man peered at his companion.] I'm leaving. You may stay. [He began to shift on the eave, readying to drop himself down over stories.] Father says he would like to meet you, if you wish. But, I will not become some obedient puppet for him, simply because he says so. [Damian flicked the cigarette away, arcing with sparks away, until it disappeared into bush or grass.] You may have my room. I am certain he will sign your papers, if you ask. [And with that, he scooted forward on shingles, legs dangling, and he dropped himself over the edge. It wasn't even a second later that the sound of his fingers caught on the sill and he crawled back inside to grab a bag to pack a few essentials.]