Re: In person: Misha B/Damian W
[Misha was real close. He didn't hover any, but he wasn't far away, neither. When Damian dropped his clothing, Misha fetched it and took shirt and jeans and hoodie to the skink. He kept on looking back as Damian put himself in the shower, ensuring the boy looked fine, and he soaked the clothes so the stains wouldn't take to staying. He noticed Damian looking, so he hummed, on account of he assumed the sound would reassure Damian he wasn't alone any, and on account of knowing Damian liked the performer and the music. It was filling time, him scrubbing at them stains once they were soaked through, and he balled up the items and took them on outside and, bright pink clothespins in tow, he took to hanging everything up on the line strung there, that cottage door still open.
While he worked, he talked to Alyssa, and it just left him with a real straight line to his shoulders, and with no glow any to skin or eyes.]