Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Hello," he said, looking over to her once before making his way over to the table. The newspaper was out, along with a few glasses of orange juice. It wouldn't have been anything remarkable at a passing glance, had he not spied his own name written in a small headline. Upon further investigation (which was more like a drastic snatching up of the thing), he saw that the headline read, "Damian Centurion: Lowly Beau or Great Show?"
The picture that accompanied it was of him and Raquel kissing in the book store, looking utterly content with each other. Damian wasn't even going to read the bloody thing.

"Those beasts! Where the hell were they hiding!?" he said, smacking the paper back down on the table. "Lowly beau..." He nearly spit at the thing.

His red face turned again to the photo. With the way she was carrying on, it made him smile.
"Alright, so it is a very good photo... but they completely debased you with only a few words. I should get whoever wrote that article fired."
Damian knew he could very well do it, too. Only a few dialed numbers, an outraged speech, and whoever wrote the article would be reduced to running ads for the grocer's.

It was only the power of those eyes that kept him from taking his communicator out and blasting some poor soul at the newspaper. Damian fought for some kind of retort, but found he had none. Not with Raquel.
"Alright... should we ask them or a private print of the picture instead? You're right, that it's good..."
He was still very put off by it, but she had a point. It was someone's job, and that was something he couldn't hold against them.

Damian satisfied his own curiosities by actually reading the article after about five minutes passed of trying to ignore it. He read through, uttering enraged comments and curses.
The whole thing vaguely illustrated the incident at the ball room, but mostly of how he had defended Raquel from her attackers (they could only call her Raquel, as that was thankfully the only name Damian had given while they were seen at the formal).
The article's entire purpose was to pose a few questions: What was Damian doing with someone who wasn't an aristocrat? Was his fall from the Ball Room a cause for this change? And if he was willing to date a prostitute, then did all the women of Veratia have that high of hopes in catching his eye?

It disgusted him.

That hurt to hear her say that.
"Should I dress down more often, to look more normal and like everyone else?" he asked her in return. "Should I wear less cologne, buy less expensive things and look simple and happy, so I look like I belong to you?"
He hoped that didn't come off as an insult, because it wasn't meant as one. He just wished they did look more like one another, so that they fit in to their world with more ease.

"We could!" His mind was already working a mile a minute, devising all the ways they could go away to some other world, or even revisit Altru.
"We could go on vacation, a stellar vacation! And spend our days wandering the sky until we find home."
Completely ridiculous when thought through completely, but it was a nice dream just the same.

"And we could buy souvenirs from all over the worlds, starting a collection we could gloat over. And once we're bored with the universe, we can come back here, and plan out which one of those worlds will be home."
Again, very farfetched, but seeing her fill with hope made him almost believe that anything could be possible.

"Actually," he said, taking more of his eggs so he could actually eat them instead of seeing them all go to Raquel. "This house is very close to what I've always wanted. Smaller than the mansion we rented, but bigger than a regular house... Decorated like a home, lived in like one. I think if I could just relocate this place somewhere else, I'd be truly happy."
He had a good look around the kitchen. Everything in the house was so white that he wanted to splash it with color. Maybe they could fix that themselves...