Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
To be fair, Damian did not know where his kinks stood, let alone in relation to Misha walked home naked. It was different, to his mind, if it was something they got enjoyment out of together and decidedly, than, say, Louis imagining either of them, in which case, it was about Louis and not either of them. "I would walk behind you and watch your ass. It would make it better." He did not say 'it would suffice,' though this was his instinct, because he realized, just before uttering it, it could be interpreted to mean that was all it would do and he did not desire that Misha should misinterpret. "But, I can do the same with you in the jeans. And you will not be arrested." Again. Damian smiled slightly.
The question about the drugs gave the man pause. "I do not know. It would depend what it was." His ease in agreeing to the box had not been because it was a Drug, but because it was pot and he desired to try it. But, perhaps he would have desired to try something else or perhaps, if it was similar to an opioid, he would have been unable to resist. "I know Catalone smokes. She does not partake otherwise that I know of. I did not foresee a dangerous encounter, wherein I would be tempted." This point was likely moot, but he made it regardless. He only looked at Misha at the reiteration that it was not selfish for him to attend a party. "Next time I will wait until you can arrive with me and I will not go alone." That seemed an acceptable compromise.
Damian leaned his own shoulder to the poolside, bobbing and tickling Misha back with his feet, even as they spoke. His expression dipped into a frown. "The comment about Louis. Saying you did not mind if he imagined me?" His lower lip was tugged down by pale-crescent thumb and Damian kissed it, tasting chlorine. It was difficult not to have a Pavlovian response to the action and perhaps his dick did harden, but he was attempting to focus.