Re: Dance floor: Harl/Dami
"You don't think Stephanie's psycho dweeb husband changed?" Damian asked, taking a moment to deviate his attention from her swaying against his body. He didn't worship most girls, didn't go around thinking about their curves or the way their hair fell across their face. Romantic stuff like that was never ingrained into the boy. Damian didn't think much about it at all. He liked the way she felt, he wanted her closer to his body and even didn't hate the stench of sweetness on her lips.
Damian agreed with her, honestly. People didn't change. They got worse. They held back. But, they didn't change. "You don't think all these people would be here if something hadn't changed?" He asked as his blue eyes turned boyishly curious.