Derek raised his eyebrows. "Your voi-ice." He stumbled on his words, and he was so confused on what was going on. He stopped, connecting it in his head. Damien was more like a girl than a guy. He was small as fuck, he acted more like a women than a dude, a razor, and his voice just sounded weird for a guy. "You're a fucking girl?!" He yelled freaking out. Derek wanted that to be fake, and for him to be completely wrong. Maybe this was why he felt more comfortable to act like himself. It was a feeling of his. "A-are you? D-don't lie to me dude. I will fucking grow through everything you have." He said going near the closet that his stuff were in.