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[Ah, shit. Okay, so, maybe Loog is just being a dick. Or maybe Dimitri managed to disconnect him from the network somehow, or--

Caspar takes off for Dimitri's house before he can let himself even start to think about the third reason he might not be able to get in contact with Dimitri. When he gets there, his knocking on the door might be just a little more urgent than it would otherwise be.]

[Dimitri really doesn't want to answer the door. His fireplace is on and it smells weird in his home but there is smoke rising out of his chimney and his lights are on which should at least tell cAspar that someone is inside. The door is unlocked and Dimitri is under his blanket on the couch of his living room just moping.]

Go away!

Dimitri! You're still-- [Relief washes over Caspar at the familiar voice - and then the actual words sink in.] --oh.

Uh... alright! [Caspar takes a hesitant step back from the doorway, but-- he came here for a reason, he can't just leave.] Look, I just-- Loog's posting stuff it looks like you maybe didn't, uh, want him to, and I kinda... thought you should know. That... that was all. I can get outta your hair now. Uh... bye.

[The thought that this might have anything to do with the very thing he came here about doesn't even cross Caspar's mind.]

[Oh. It's Caspar at his door. Fuck, he should let him in but he doesn't want to get up from the door. Caspar came over after he was already informed and has been moping and wallowing in self pity over it. Caspar being here and saying all that means he saw the video and Dimitri isn't sure how he feels about that.

The sound of Caspar starting to walk away does have him getting up and going to the door. He opens it wide, standing in the doorway with red rimmed eyes, and some sweatpants but no shirt. He stood there for a moment before leaving to grab Caspar's hand and stopping him.

Wait...Caspar....don't leave yet.

Ah, right. [Look, he's mostly shrugging it off because kings aren't really a thing anymore where he's from. And he doubts it matters here to begin with, unless he specifically wants to taunt him with it or be a brat. Neither here nor there.] Be whatever the hell you wanna be, if people here still call you by that, then you might as well keep the title or something.

[Now, Hol never claimed to be anything other than weird. He knows full well he's not really normal by any definition of the word. He shrugs and leans back some, just observing him under all those ridiculous blankets.] Now, I'm not the person to be basing anything "normal" on, as a heads up. But it's far more practical of a gift than some jewelry that's either gonna get lost, get broken, or lose all meaning when it just sort of exists. Shit, at least with a weapon you can defend yourself or do something with it. Makes a hell of a statement piece in my places, too.

[Excuse him while he shakes his head at that, he can count the time for how long he's been on his way out here when he got the ping, at least.]

Staying under blankets like that and laying down for a long time ain't gonna help anyone, I hope you know that. Gotta at least move a little bit every hour or so. And I'd say it's been a little bit since I found my way out here, so you're probably due some movement.

Those from my world still tend to bring it up...[He looks up at the ceiling as he's laying down, in his own little world a little even if he has company right beside him.]

That is what I mean. It is something useful, I see nothing greater to give. However I did propose another way for my beloved back home. He had his own traditions I wanted to honor. I did eventually give him a dagger. [Yup, Dimitri is already married.]

[He's just going to roll onto his side and look up at Hol with his pretty blue eyes.]

If I get out of bed you'd have to leave. I am....undressed under the blankets.

[When he hears the door open, Caspar pauses and turns, surprised, toward it, and... man, Dimitri really does look miserable.]

Oh. Yeah, okay. [Up close, Dimitri can probably better tell how Caspar's breathing is still heavier from the run there. Caspar glances down at their joined hands before looking up at Dimitri's face again, with some significant effort not to let his eyes linger on any exposed skin below collarbone level.] Are... are you okay?

Then you still have reason to use it. [He can be a stubborn bastard when he wants to be, at least.

And, oh. Well, shit, he should have expected that particular little fun fact. If anyone didn't agree to someone like that man, he'd wonder what was wrong with them. Or what the hell he'd done. Though he does wonder how exactly that works here. Probably depends on the person.]

Mm. Well, congrats on that, then. [God, he really should just leave at this point, there's something about this that makes him want to crawl into a hole and disappear for a bit. Shouldn't have had any of those thoughts by this point.

Until he's mentioning the naked thing again and he's looking away with a huff.]

If you wanted me to, I guess. Ain't unused to seeing dicks just hanging out at this point. [... That probably needs some kind of explanation. Probably.]

No...please don't leave me. [He doesn't move, the cold feeling rather nice on his exposed skin.]

Please...stay with me Caspar?[His voice is low, barely above the sound of the cold wind around them. He moves a little closer, the hand entwined with Caspar's tightening a little. He won't meet his gaze, looking elsewhere instead.]

He is not here. He is back in my world though there is another who looks like him but..that is neither here nor there. I keep him in my heart and thoughts. [He doesn't want to bring the mood down even though he probably did. And what mood was this even? Dimitri does not know.]

I was hot under the blankets so I undressed...I wasn't expecting a visitor or I would have had something on.[Ah yes, make it sound like it's Hol's fault he is naked under there. How naked is he? Butt naked.]

Were you thinking of something to do...if I do get dressed?

Ah... God, that's gotta suck. I can't imagine. [Says the man who was purposefully staying away from everything and was one hundred percent sure he'd die alone. Which, well, he kind of did when he thinks about it for longer than two seconds.

A snort escapes from him as he's blaming him for being naked. Sure, as if he'd bothered to put on and then take off clothes between that video and when he got here. He believes absolutely none of that.]

I can think of a few things, dressed or undressed. [Give him a second as his brain puts together what his mouth just said and is immediately pressing his palm to his face with a groan.] Ignore that, goddamn.

[Whatever he thought Hol might say, saying something so obviously horny and than condemning himself for it wasn't that. It's almost so comical that he can't help but start chuckling a little. It's actually nice to laugh given what he's been through today and in his slight mirth he rolls to the side of the bed and stands up, blankets still around him.]

You can leave or stay, I just ask that you not watch me dress.

[He goes to his closet still blanket bound and reaches out an arm to pick something to put on.]

[Excuse you, why are you laughing! He's actually turning a nice shade of red and rubbing at his face to try and get himself back under control. This is rude on all accounts, if he had to be perfectly honest.]

Ain't funny... [Is he pouting there? Yes.]

Right, right. I won't. [Is he a big liar? Absolutely. Because if he can sneak a peek at him, best believe he will. Sorry, Dimitri, he's absolutely the worst.]

My apologies, your words took me off guard. [He looks over at him, blankets slipping down and exposing his bare shoulders.]

Ah, I believe I see what you meant earlier. That red on your face is cute.

[And once he sees Hol turn at that he lets the blankets fall, a thumb of heavy fabric hitting the floor. How much weight was that on him? A lot. And there is Dimitri in the nude as he grabs some sweatpants and pulls them on, tightening them against his slim waist. He grabs a plain blue shirt as well and pulls that over his head also quickly. Are those sweatpants hanging on his hops and not really hiding the bulge he has in his pants? You bet.]

You may look now.

Took me off guard, to be fair. [Sometimes his brain and mouth do not cooperate with each other and he really hates it, actually.

He's just not going to comment to the cute comment except to huff, good grief. He's going to make sure to sneak a peek at him and he would like to kindly die now. But he's pulling himself together to not make it obvious before he turns around and act like he's surprised by what he sees.

Dimitri, that's fucking rude. Because of course he can't help himself and just linger on those sweatpants for a moment before coughing and looking away. Really, he wishes he had his hat to tip it down and hide his face for a moment. But he's pushing himself to stand and go retrieve said hat, good grief.]

Dunno how long those pants are gonna stay on with how precariously perched on your hips they are, but that's your business, not mine. [For now. He's going to quietly die on the inside instead.]

The peacekeeper gave me these not too long ago in exchange for some stamps. I did not have much say in what clothing I was awarded it seemed. [He's grown used to these sweatpants and often wears them when alone. They are warm and fleece lined and because they are a little loose on him he enjoys the feeling on his skin. The peacekeepr gave him jeans and he has not worn them since he first tried them on. The texture and feel of the synthetic jean material felt awful on his skin.]

Are you going to attempt to get me out of my pants? I would think you saw enough from those photos. [Is he still upset at Loog for that? Yes. He's going to jsut walk past Hol and head to the kitchen to turn on the stove and heat up a kettle of water. If Hol follows he'd find Dimitri leaning on the counter top with two mugs beside him.]

Somehow I ain't surprised. [This whole business of rewarding them for fucking is still wild to him, not that he's not keen to play with the system if it's going to be something like this. Hell, he's not big into sweatpants himself, but he can't complain with the sight they're giving him. He's more of a leather and jeans kind of guy at the end of the day.]

Do you want me to? [He can play at this game all day if he really wants to. He doesn't blame him for being upset, but he sure isn't going to try anything without getting some clear answer that it's okay to do. Once he's retrieved his hat he's following after Dimitri, looking between him, the mugs, and the kettle.]

Tea, I'm guessin'? [Dimitri doesn't seem like a coffee guy to him and he's sure there's probably some machine or something another for that mess if he was. As much as Hol prefers doing things a little more manually, or, well, that was the only option for him at the time. He's moving for the nearest wall to lean against instead, just keeping him and the entire scene in focus. ~~Some things don't change, like the paranoia.~~]

[Hol's flirt back isn't missed by Dimitri but he ignores it right now. He could flirt back and if it had been another day he might have but right now he's unsure what it is he wants. He's still upset and would rather have nothing more than to be held right now. Sex is the last thing he really wants to do in this moment.]

I have some chamomile tea if you'd like, or 'instant hot chocolate' if that is more to your tastes. If it's coffee you seek I don't have any. I am not a fan of it personally. [He watches the way Hol moves far away from him and frowns a little at it. He just was flirting with him and now he is standing far enough away that it feels like he somehow insulted him in some way. Hol is a mystery to him still.]

I can get you some food if you like but I am not the best cook, can't taste anything.

[He's not even sure what he's doing anymore, mostly just watching Dimitri and trying to get a read on him. Sure, he's almost certain that this is going to go nowhere and he's come to terms with it. But it's still weird how it seems like he's flirting with him but then... not? He's not sure at all how to take any of it.]

Tea's fine, been a while since I've really had any. Coffee tends to be a lot easier to get a hold of in the places I was haunting. [Unless it's was Dio's mansion, then good luck finding anything that wasn't wine or, you know, blood. God.

Don't think he didn't notice that frown, Dimitri. A brow raises in question, but he's not going to address it if Dimitri doesn't want to ask it.]

Can't taste anything? Shit, I'm sorry. [What does that even mean.] I mean, I can cook well 'nough so you don't have to do that or anything. I can just... grab something later, don't wanna put you out.

[He takes out the jar of chamomile tea and starts setting up the strainers on both mugs as the water heats. Almost as if on cue his stomach does rumble a little when Hol says he can cook. When was the last time he ate? Dimitri can't remember. He's pretty sure he had an apple maybe...yesterday?]

Apologies. If you are hungry however you may use my kitchen. I dare say I can not find myself around it on the best of days and even if I could nothing would be very edible. [He moves out of the way for Hol to walk in.] Please help yourself to what I have.

I lost my sense of taste many years ago but that is a story for another time I think. I am not in the right mood to speak of it.

[Best believe he heard that noise and is smirking a bit to himself as he pushes himself off the wall finally. Well, he can probably figure something out in here. Even if he's used to more primative means of cooking, but it's whatever.]

When's the last time you ate something? Might not be able to taste, but I bet you can still taste textures and such, right? [Right on the nose, him. But he's going to investigate just what exactly he can make in here, since he's certain that he can find something that's either quick or something that he can throw in the stove and leave it there until it's done.]

When you travel as much as I do, you learn how to keep yourself goin' by whatever methods necessary. Not often I got the use of a real kitchen, but when I still look like this, I guess I did good. [He's built like a brick shithouse, of course he did good.]

[Oh. Hol gets it. He doesn't have to explain his like for textures, that's actually really refreshing and once Hol is in the kitchen he actually follows behind him curious to see what he makes.]

I used to have a more regimented food schedule. It's often a chore and necessity than a pleasure for me. I sometimes forget to make meals for myself now that I am on my own. My dear heart does live with me and helps but he isn't home at the moment. You can find him at the training are often. He is deadly with a sword.

[Again his stomach betrays him and grumbles softly once more.] You're work does indeed show. I have noticed that about you. [Is that a compliment and flirting? Maybe. Dimitri can tell a warrior when he sees one.]

Yeah - of course, I'll stay. [He sets his other hand over Dimitri's, too, squeezing gently for good measure.

It's partly to comfort him, partly because Caspar's own hands are cold as fuck. He isn't as used to colder weather as Dimitri, and he didn't really bother making sure he was actually dressed for the weather before coming over; running kept him from getting too cold, at least, but he's sort of starting to feel it in his extremities.]

What happened? Or-- [Now it starts to click.] Did you already know? About Loog, I mean.

[Hey, when you've dealt with people who have other things going on, you learn not to judge and work with what is there. He's fine with being followed, at least, even if he's rummaging through everything for what he needs exactly. A large pot will work for now, though he's clicking his tongue in slight annoyance and making a note of something he'll need to invest in later if he can find it. But he can make do.]

Seems all of you like the trainin' grounds. Not that I'm judging. [He has no room to do so, of course.] But if you don't keep to a schedule of some kind, you're gonna lose muscle mass and no one will want to deal with that. Hell, it'll start taking a toll on your organs if you ain't careful. [Does he know from experience or something?

He pauses for a moment as he gets everything together, looking back at him with a brow raised and a grin. This idiot.] Well, I'm glad it does. I might not really need it, but it's somethin' to keep me in some kind of routine.

[Just ignore him as he's figuring out the stove top and just working on cutting up some onions and adding it to the pot with some oil he'd managed to find at least. He's keeping a close eye on all of this even while talking, that's just how he is at this point.]

Been a while since I've made this, but why the hell not. [Says the moron that's giving that a few minutes before adding what's basically ground beef, tomato paste, and whatever spices he'd managed to get his hands on.]

[He has absolutely no idea what Hol is making but the onions smells good and he knows he likes onions. Onions are in his favorite meal so it should end up being good. He keeps his eyes on there as Hol walks around and starts cooking as if this was his own kitchen. It's nice to see his kitchen used, he misses it.]

Eating has never been something I seem to remember in my routine. I much more prefer other activities and using my time elsewhere....but yes I suppose it would seem me and my people do enjoy training. We come from war, it is something our bodies haven't been able to rest from still. Though with your knowledge on the body I wonder if you would be interested in some physicals combat training with me sometime.

[He watches the meat go in and raises a brown] What are you making?

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