Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha watched fingers rise from sleeve ends, and he watched the other boy unzip the hoodie and toss it nearby. It was a real brief flicker of looking away, and then Misha was back to looking at Damian's hands, where fingers were tucked in fists 'gainst palms. He noticed the stance, too with knees locked, and he knew a challenge when it was staring back at him. But, Misha, for all his damn softness, he wasn't good at budging. Still, he didn't speak loud, and there wasn't no tip to his chin or puffing out of his chest.] I ain't fighting.