Re: [Island to Shore: Dami & Misha]
I am happy to school you. [Damian knew his bratty use (and repetition) of colloquialisms entertained Misha, and he was enjoying seeing the boy smile. It gave him some satisfaction, knowing he could earn such when Misha felt as poorly as he did. He did not think they had not been teasing, because he did not keep track of such things, really, but he was still glad to see angelic smile. It was a relief, he realized, though he decided not to investigate why.
Damian rolled his eyes when he was called 'captain,' but it was good-natured. There were even traces of his amusement remnant on his face, even as he considered the bottle and Misha with the bottle. He did not know what conclusions the boy was drawing from his inspection. He watched the lid come off, go back on, and then he took the bottle when it was returned. He fingered the thing, sending pills cascading noisily in plastic, as Misha neared once more.—Damian was interested in the way Misha put on his hoodie, and he did not know why. He only knew he liked it, and he liked the skew of fine hair. He pet down static cowlick as Misha talked of the man Louis. And he knew the boy was guilty, Damian did. He could hear it sodden in his voice. Unfortunately, he was fairly certain he had created the seed of guilt where it now germinated.] Misha, I do not care. You are not making me do anything. I am here of my own volition. [He lifted his chin, in spite of their closeness, and he nearly smacked Misha in the face. Luckily, he did not.] What is it you miss?