Re: Call: Misha/Damian
[Loftily. Clearly lifting his chin.] My clarification, برقوق, is: shut up. [He does smile again at the compliment. His instinct is to dismiss it. He knows, he feels, objectively how handsome he is. But, he does not. He lets the surge of giddiness sit.] I could not find images of you online, but I did look. [He says nothing to that warm tone, though it makes him fidget. He smokes his cigarette harder, as if to compensate.] I do not know if it is so simple, Misha. [A sigh that is a touch dramatic, but mostly annoyed.] Yes. The chairs were deeply uncomfortable. [He scrubs his nose. Actually answering:] I am only afraid now. I knew I was stupid before, but this is much worse. [And, though he remains curious truly about the notion, he does like Misha's laugh.] You see it makes no sense? [He leans against the building, smoking much closer to the door than is technically allowed.]