Re: [In-person: Damian & Misha]
Damian just breathed out when he was complimented on his prettiness. He was still smiling and warm, his gaze shined brightly and lovingly, and he blinked slowly, like a contented cat. "You too are pretty, and I love you." He listened to Misha speak about chances and interest. He leaned into the thumb to his lip, kissing the tip, a reaction as old as the gesture itself. "I flirted back," was Damian's first response, in partial self-defense. Then, his lingering smile widened once more. "I will remember. Why did you choose this memory?" He wished to ask more, about how it was done, but too, Damian desired, selfishly, for Misha to open his own gifts, so he, Damian, might see the angel react.
He squirmed again, twisting away from Misha to reach toward the tree and grab a box. He grabbed the first two and set them to the side of his boyfriend's thigh. He swallowed. He looked at his own ring once more, squeezing fingers into a fist, then he sat as he was, once more facing Misha, hands down on the boy's belly where there was little room for more. "You may open a gift."