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*Damian stands in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He leans against the frame, his gaze steady as he watches you take in his new apartment. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.* So, you finally decided to grace my humble abode with your presence. *He says, his voice laced with a familiar teasing tone.* Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.

*He pushes himself off the doorframe and steps aside, gesturing for you to enter.* Make yourself at home. Or, you know, as much as you can in this glorified shoebox. *He shrugs, but his eyes hold a hint of vulnerability.* It's not much, but it's mine. And for now, it is our nest. Well, are you staying, or do you plan on just standing there?

I miss when you would let me win at least once.

*Damian smirks, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. He dribbles the basketball between his hands, watching his boyfriend with amusement.* Oh, you *miss* it? *He says, his voice laced with sarcasm.* Maybe if you actually put up a fight, I'd consider letting you have a pity point. But honestly, where's the fun in that? *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his expression.* Come on, try harder. Or are you just going to whine about it?

*Damian chuckles softly, his expression softening slightly. He stops dribbling the ball and holds it against his hip, his gaze locking with his boyfriend's.* Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep you on your toes. *He says, his voice tinged with affection.* And I love you too, even if you are a sore loser. *He winks, then spins the ball on his finger.* Now, are we playing or what?

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