Re: [Capital University: Misha & Damian]
"Then my ass and I thank you kindly," Misha said and real sweetly. He didn't think a thing 'bout Damian saying what he said. Could be he should've wondered if it was due to all the damn whining he'd done 'bout his own ass, but he didn't wonder on it at all. It was plenty obvious, too, on account of he was smiling, and that smile got coy and flirty some when Damian said he, Misha, would make a beautiful damsel. "I reckon it's worth it, the damseling, if it makes you call me beautiful some."
The agreement 'bout boredom, it made sense. It was also something Misha reckoned he could do something 'bout, which was real good. Loving someone addicted, Misha reckoned, was 'bout feeling real powerless, and any semblance of power was something he was real keen to grab onto. "Then I'll keep you from being bored," he said, chin rising some and determination in real pale blue. The rest, that he listened to. "I wasn't meaning the cigarettes or the drinking, but they say you shouldn't do those neither, and I don't ken if the weed's different or not. Ain't being high being high, and any kind makes you want the other kinds?" Misha, he reckoned that was how it was.
Misha, he knew Damian was going to fuss at him, but he wanted the words out. He'd been thinking on this more and more often recent, and the tutting just made him bring his fingers back on up to Damian's mouth. Fingertips dragged there as Damian talked, but real slow and trying not to be disruptive. "I knew you weren't going to like it, but what good's me being how I am if we fight all the time? You'll tire of it, of the fussing, and then you'll go off anyway," he said, and it was likely real clear to anyone who wasn't Misha that this was a scared reaction. He hadn't never had anyone like he had Damian, and he reckoned to keep him things had to be good a whole lot. "I wouldn't have Louis, or nobody, come near you," he said, trying again to explain, "but you're real beautiful, and you're mine, and I reckon he can imagine all he wants, on account of you ain't his, and you won't never be. You're mine. I ain't sure that makes sense any when I say it, but it does in my head." He painted a finger 'long Damian's lower lip. "I get a thrill from it some."