Re: Roof: Damian/Misha
Damian glared, lips kiss-swollen and pouty. "No, you must use your Grace." However, for all of his insistence, he did not stand, nor did he lean away from the kiss to his chin. He did smile a touch, but he tried to squash it out by sucking on his cigarette with intent.
Exhaling smoke in his new, allowed smile, he stroked his cheeks with Misha's fingers by turning his head into them. "You do have a boner for humanity," he countered, but without true force. "But, I know it is me for whom you have the most—" He scrunched up his face as he attempted to parse the English correctly. "—Boner?" He fidgeted with the rough bask of tulle. "No, not looks. I am similar to Oliver." Obviously, Damian had been thinking on this. Even if it pained him to compare himself to the other boy. "Catalone says I am like Father."