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“hi.” damian made a point of whispering as he sat down beside myia on the couch, smirking over at her. “do you see how quietly i’m speaking? this is called an inside voice. you should try it some time.” he handed over a mimosa, taking a sip from his own and settling in. “so... i’m going to need you to tell me where you got those shorts, and if they make them in my size.” @myiahawks​

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“we’ve been here for a week, and i still haven’t hit the beach, which is like, fucked up.” damian checked himself out in the mirror, making sure his swimsuit looked just as cute on him as he assumed it would. which, in his opinion, it totally did. “you wanna come with? i don’t want to sit by myself like some loser.”  @whitneyharlow​

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damian flopped down on the couch beside boone, leaning back against the armrest and stretching his legs over the other’s lap. “i just got back from the gym, my legs are sore, and i’ve decided that you’re going to rub them for me.” his tone was bossy, but his expression was warm, almost fond as he looked back at him. “i promise to make it up to you later on.” @marco-boone​

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“move over, i’m coming in.” damian nudged joey over as he slipped under the covers of his bed, snuggling up close to him. it had been an impulsive decision - and one he might regret later on if it made him look like a little bitch - but after waking up in a panic, his immediate reaction had been to walk over to joey’s room and climb into bed with him. “i had a nightmare, and i’m sleeping in your bed, let’s not make a big fucking deal about it, okay?” @itsjoeys​

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 1.01 “YOU’RE GOING TO JERSEY SHORE, BITCH!”  𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐍 "𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈" 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄  - CONFESSIONAL

It was a struggle, having to decide between milking his injury for attention, and trying to act like he was a tough bitch that didn’t feel any pain, but Damian was pretty sure he’d found a happy medium. Last night had been a whirlwind, easily in the top ten craziest evenings he’d ever had, but he was still kind enough to grace the crew with his presence, iced coffee in hand as he sat down in front of the cameras. 

“That’s right. It’s me.” Damian ran his fingers through his hair, making sure it had the necessary volume he was looking for. “Thanks for the fucking backup when I was getting stabbed last night, guys.” He glared at the crew as he shifted in his seat, settling in and getting comfortable. “You’d better have at least gotten my good angles when I was bleeding out.” With a clear of his throat and one last sip of coffee before setting it down on the floor, Damian began his recounts of the past couple nights. 

“So. As you know, my first night was obviously a success. A bunch of us made out in the hot tub, before Joey, Boone, and I went off into the smush room.” He paused, looking away from the camera and to the crew. “Do you need me to go into details about positions and shit, or are you guys good on just going by the footage you have?” Once they told him - or more like begged him to just move on, Damian nodded, and thought over the rest of his weekend. “Friday was pretty boring. I did some shopping, recovered from the night before, that sort of thing. I could tell you about how I nearly had to deck some douchebag at the grocery store for trying to steal the last of the Fruit Roll-Ups, but I’m sure you guys are more interested in what went down at Karma, right?” 

He lifted his shirt, showing off the bandage covering his stitches. “Yeah. I fucking got stabbed, so what? You don’t see me being a little bitch about it, do you?” The crew exchanged brief looks that made it clear they didn’t think he was being totally honest about that, but Damian didn’t pay them any attention. “This guy - who better be in fucking jail for his own protection, because if I see him...” He shook his head, trailing off, and leaving the threat open-ended. “Decided to stab me for no goddamn reason. Jealousy, I assume. If I looked like that, I’d just fucking stab myself, though. I don’t know why he thought doing it to me would solve his problems, but... whatever. Anyway, then Danny drove a group of us to the hospital, I got a couple stitches, and we had group sex in a limo on the way back home.” 

Despite the perplexed looks and questions from the crew asking him to clarify about the limo situation, Damian grabbed his coffee and stood, waving them all off as he left the room, deciding on his own that he was done with the interview before they’d gotten any of their questions in. Having to sit around and answer questions all day was no longer on brand for him. He’d done enough of that in the pageant circuit as a kid, and wasn’t about to start up again now. 

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{ omar ayuso, 21, non-binary, he/they } hey, what’s up! i’m damian price. i’m from beverly hills and everyone back at home calls me dami. i always get told that i’m resourceful & protective but the haters will say i’m egocentric & insensitive. when people think of me, they think of gucci slides, thirst traps, & paris hilton’s “stars are blind” blasting at full volume but that’s just who i am, and like i always say “i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual.” 

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