"Vest sounds like something an old man would wear." Damian scrunches his nose. The image is printed on the back, a slight texture change from the leather to the print. "I am much cooler than that, thank you."
He leans forward to give Sebastian better access, his elbows planting on his knees. "Adam's my agent. Manager? Manager agent. The guy who keeps me in line, sets up events, handles PR, and shit. He's good at turning a mess into benefits."
Which is perfect, because Damian makes a lot of them.
As Sebastian's hands near the hem of his jacket, he says, "Got a belt on. Black, silver studs. Under that, ah. Jean shorts " Short ones. Very short. Careful not to skim thigh, Sebastian; there's a lot of it before you hit the thigh highs. "Dark grey. Little chains on them are silver, too."
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He leans forward to give Sebastian better access, his elbows planting on his knees. "Adam's my agent. Manager? Manager agent. The guy who keeps me in line, sets up events, handles PR, and shit. He's good at turning a mess into benefits."
Which is perfect, because Damian makes a lot of them.
As Sebastian's hands near the hem of his jacket, he says, "Got a belt on. Black, silver studs. Under that, ah. Jean shorts " Short ones. Very short. Careful not to skim thigh, Sebastian; there's a lot of it before you hit the thigh highs. "Dark grey. Little chains on them are silver, too."