Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
What's it called when it's dead vegetation? [Misha, he didn't reckon the sock tugging was making him do a thing, but he did think it was cute as could be, and he thought on the hollow and going home.] I like the city a whole lot. I wouldn't go back to living where it was quiet. [Damian, he wouldn't need what Misha said next, but the boy, he said it regardless:] I love sitting at the bedroom window in the Capital and looking down at all the folks walking 'round the Village. I love the lights and how everything stays open 'til the sun goes waking, and I love the sounds and smells of all the foods mingling. You ain't got none of that back home. [Predictably, he leaned forward and kissed Damian's jaw when the other boy tugged at sock, 'xcept this time he brung fingers to the hem of that sock and tugged up on it too.] You'd rather be Shadow than wear your green boots? [Real curious:] What would you do with the League of killer folks? [As for hollering:] How you planning on making me yelp?
[But, then Damian was laughing, and Misha looked real surprised on that kitchen island. Food was real forgot as he took to tickling Damian's toes proper, even after the order that there not be any more tickling. Misha grinned, and he felt real light after all that badness from the night before, but he relented when Damian pressed toes to belly again, even though he felt Damian looked adorable as could be while being suspicious.] I fret 'bout you. [But he couldn't fix on that when Damian's damn toes lowered, and the combination of ear to shoulder and Damian talking 'bout missing in a way that went right to Misha's dick, it didn't help him focus any neither. He swallowed thickly, and he grabbed them wiggling toes and hopped himself right off that counter in one move that was plenty acrobatic and showy. Correcting:] Buttplug.