You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

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Damien sat down, sighing as he noticed the male make his hasty retreat.

[ode]

"Mr. Micutskin!" the assistant called, making the photographer sigh and stare up at the cielling in annoyance. "This..." he grunted..." Wont go in here."

Hating the fact that everyone was aware of his attempted escape, he moved to assist the bloody damned assistant. "See? Just like tying shoes. One, two, three," he said lowly, "You do know how to tie your shoes, right? Great. Let's go over it again. Marvelous. Think you can manage the rest? Great."

The assistant finished under his boss' watchful eye.

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Damien watched the male, cocking his head as he ate.

[ode]

Once done, Dobster patted him on the head condescendingly and turned to the door. Catching Damian's eye as he went, he sent a wiggly fingered wave and headed out the door.

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Strangely, that little wave unsettled Damien, but he shrugged it off and continued "enjoying" the festivities.

[ode]

The next day came around plenty fast and Damian was sitting before his project manager at M-Scar and showing him the photos of Brendan and Niko.

"They're adorable. You gotta love a celebtrity who can be a little silly with their kid," the man said with a grin.

Dobster rolled his eyes and glared at the wall. "Whatever you say. Did you look at the up and coming ones?"

Pulling the mentioned pictures, he nodded. "I've been hearing a lot of buzz about this fellow. What do we know-know about him?"

"Why not ask Brendan Jukar or Niko Jukar? They seem close with him. I don't know jack."

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The project manager rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go find out more about him, or bring him here?"

[ode]

"Because I aint no fucking reporter, that's why," he glared. "I bring you pictures. You dig em or you don't."

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"Calm down, hothead. Just a suggestion." said the male. "'Sides, I figured you wanted to see him again judging by how often your eyes flick down to this picture."

[ode]

Dobster grunted and then groaned as his eyes did just that. "The guy is sexy, I'll give him that. A hot voice too," He mused. He remembered someone saying the night before that he sang rock at some club on the strip...

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"So give me a name to match this pretty face and I'll put him in." said the editor.

[ode]

"Damian," he said the name with a frown as a low hum started in his chest. "Fuck if I know his last. They said he works at Jukars, call around there. That said, he rose and excused himself. Heading to his own office, he grabbed his things and headed home. For some reason, he felt an urge to go out tonight.

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Damien was currently at Jukars, getting prepared to go onstage. He did a few soundchecks then went to hang with Ryou and Darren at the bar.

[ode]

Dobster patted his long time friend, Ryker on the back, as they made their way into Jukars. A place his friend assured him was one of the best in the city.

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The club was pumping as the night got started and Damien sat drinking a Syanba beer before his show. He conversed with Darren and Beau, who had appeared sometime during the night with his pick of the week.