Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
[Misha wasn't no vegetarian, but whatever was cooking in the pan smelled real fine, and he sniffed the air as he settled himself on that island and let himself look real long at the other boy. It was 'bout waking himself up, or so he reasoned, but it wasn't that any. He just wanted to look. Things had been real mad recently, and the last few times he'd seen Damian it was dark and 'neath cover of stars. The kitchen was lit and bright, and it gave Misha the opportunity to really look on the other boy careful. He recognized the borrowed shirt real easily, since it was a pale shade of blue and nothing he reckoned Damian would pick for his ownself, not with the faint pink hearts embroidered 'round the elbows. His gaze dropped to boxers, over thighs and to socks, and then he looked on up. He didn't look for signs of the Morphine, on account of he would need Damian closer for that. And though he did want Damian closer, it wasn't for real practical reasons.]
בוא הנה. [He reached out a hand, like he could grab onto Damian and drag him near, and he uncrossed his legs at the same time, so Damian could come stand 'tween them if he was inclined.] You were talking a whole bunch of Arabic, and you're cooking food from home. [It was observation, sure as day was long, but it was asking too.]