Re: [University: Damian & Misha]
[Damian knew the story of Samson, though it was not readily accessible from the archives of his mind. He recalled Delilah and shorn hair. He looked at Misha, thoughtlessly nuzzling into the caress of fingers to his ear.] Certainly not my hair, [he said dryly. He looked to the boy's hands as he cleaned himself up and he smiled.] Perhaps it is you. [This was likely not false, but Damian did not continue to think on it.—Instead, there was talk of leaving the Capital.] Yes, [answered the man finally. He pulled out his own phone to begin searching as they continued to talk.] Father does not care if we sleep together, Misha, but fine. [He tutted a little and scrolled with his hand that was not looping the boy's knees. He glanced over.] Expense does not matter. But, this is a fine plan.
Then, yes, of course, the video. Damian glared at the angel, before he somewhat understood.] Because I am there, you can offer defense, but not alone? ['Guardian angel,' right? The kiss was distracting, and the man bled into it, but the wheels continued to turn. He stared up Misha's lips, even as the boy brushed his.] I do not know what you will do. Have you inhibitions? [He asked this genuinely, obviously not asking after the obvious.] It disinhibits. [This, currently, was all he shared.]