Capital: Misha/Damian
Misha did a lot of moving in them five minutes, and it was real lucky he stayed clear enough through all of it. He blinked to the closet in Damian's room, and he found clothes. He blink to a real abandoned bedroom in the Manor, to its bathroom, and he washed up and changed out of the real loose clothes he'd been wearing comfortable. He listened to his Grace some, and he sussed out where Damian was in the big ol' house, and he moved the boy without warning even a little.
Now, being moved 'round, it wasn't jarring, and it didn't hurt any. There was the sound of wings, cool air and whooshing some in the ears, and then Damian wasn't on his bed no more, and he wasn't in his room. Misha, he was real careful to set the boy down easy, and a look would show they weren't anywhere reminiscent of Damian's home no more.
There were city sounds real muted, and the location was a bathroom that Misha was obviously familiar with plenty. There was sex happening in a stall, and someone was snorting on the sink, and music played techo from beyond a closed door. As for Misha and Damian, they were in a stall too, and Misha was leaning back 'gainst the wall, hips canted forward and long legs sprawled wide. He wasn't wearing a hint of makeup, but his shirt was girl-snug and baring a whole lot of belly. It didn't help that his hipster jeans were real skinny and real tight, riding low on slim hips and with a real cute belt. He wore Converse in real fine pink, and his hair was mussed careful on his head.
He waited there, thumbs tucked 'neath that belt, for Damian to settle.