Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
[Misha, he noticed Damian just as soon as the boy walked through the inner doors, and it wasn't his soul he was sensing. It was just how the other boy looked, dark and beautiful and wearing a hoodie Misha hadn't seen earlier that day on leaving the hotel. He watched as the other boy fussed with short hair, and he tipped his head back once Damian approached, looking up at the boy standing behind him with hands in his pockets. And Misha kissed him real fearless, despite folks and this not being a gay place. He didn't care a fig, and he sucked on upper lip some 'fore moving back to let Damian climb over the seat beside him.
The bottom of the seat clanked down loud, but it was barely a sound in the place where music was real loud. Misha shifted in his own seat, turning so long legs were bent up, knees 'gainst armrest closest to Damian. He rubbed the fabric of the hoodie's sleeve 'tween thumb and forefinger.] This is new. [And he looked up toward the ceiling and the speakers there.] It's Weeknd. [Misha, his taste in music was real eclectic.] It's real pretty, ain't it? Here. [He pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his blue trousers, and he hunted up lyrics and handed the phone over to Damian.]