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[Oh, that... was entirely unexpected to be the thing that gets his attention.]

What do you mean by it ain't normal? [He... didn't really see anything all that weird other than maybe his dick being larger than most, but maybe he's just from a place where things are... weirder.]

Like you ain't got nothin' I haven't seen before other than maybe your dick's a bit bigger than what I'm used to. [The slowest of shrugs, but he might be making his way closer now.] Should be proud of it, I think.

Why should I be proud? The chances of hurting my partner are raised because of it. I also take seem to have a too high endurance with it too. It is a problem.

[He frowns and closes his eyes for a moment, a red tint to his cheeks.]

I also do not think with how many scars are on my body that I look very pleasing to most. I am not ashamed of them, they are testaments of my strength but....

If they ain't gonna bother preparing themselves for your dick, then they ain't doing it right. Simple enough to work with. [Been there, done that. Also sorry, Dimitri, he's just gonna sit on the edge of the bed now.

God, that color in his cheeks is cute, too. Rude.]

Pft. Betcha I got as many scars as you do, hell, you noticed one I was hiding during that whole gun fiasco. Surprised you did.

[Faerghus has no sex ed Hol, he does not know that should be a common thing.]

That is something I had to figure out myself. I was not taught anything properly...

[That gets a little eyebrow raise and Hol rather confused.]

I did see one? Where?

[Sorry Hol, the hat he just thought was strange, he didn't actually ever see the mark till later and than he barely registered it. ]

[He had to learn it through experience himself, so he can't entirely fault anyone. Even if he absolutely can in this context.]

Glad to know that's still a damn thing no matter when and where you're from.

[... Ah. He's letting out a bit of a sigh before moving to remove his hat to give him a proper look at his forehead.]

Guess you didn't notice that particular bit. But it's somethin' I try to hide anyway, so what was I expecting.

[Oh. That wound on his head looks like the new one on his head. Odd.]

Is that a gunshot wound?

[If it is...how is Hol alive?]

[Sheer dumb luck.]

Sure is. From my own goddamned bullets at that.

[He's grabbing for his hat again to just... cover it back up, oof.]

Oh....

[He's not sure how that happened at all but OH LOOK a Dimitri arm is leaving the blanket nest and reaching for the hat but he stops and pauses.]

Do you mind if I....

[He wants to touch the wound really badly. Or perhaps he wants to try on the hat. Take a guess Hol.]

[Oh, oh okay that's a thing that's happening. He blinks slowly at the hand reaching for him, not... entirely sure what's going on.

But he does pause and try to think through the whole situation logically. And is quietly removing his hat again and just tossing it a bit away to somewhere probably safe for later.]

Go ahead.

[Getting the permission to touch he actually sit ups on the bed. Progress! He's still wrapped in the blankets but he did scoot closer to Hol and is very gently letting his thumb trace over the mark on his head.]

Curious...You said a wound like this could prove fatal yet you are here before me. How did you survive such a wound?

[Unfortunately he can't stop himself from flinching somewhat as he moves his hand to touch, it has nothing to do with Dimitri and everything to do with himself. Though he seems to settle once he's actually touching it, a soft huff of breath he hadn't realized he was holding finally allowed.

Good grief, he's still a right mess when it comes to thins...]

Dumb luck. The skull's a lot... stronger than most people might think and it wasn't a direct or purposeful shot on my part. Just a... fuck up, mostly. That and I can unsummon the bullets the same I do with the gun, but it'd already done damage by the time I'd realized what happened.

[He doesn't miss the way Hol flinches and with the story he has a feeling it's not his touch but the fact it's touched anyway that is bothering him. He wouldn't have allowed Dimitri to touch him at all if he had a problem with him. Still he doesn't touch the mark much more, instead cupping his chin.]

Accident or not, you survived it and should be proud. It does not take away from your charms.

[He's getting... better about it being touched or acknowledged, but it'll probably still take some time for him to be completely okay with it all. What he doesn't expect is his chin being cupped and actually looks a bit surprised by it.

Certainly not moving away, though.]

Hey, it... was enough to get me to cut the shit and retire from the whole business. Got out better than most. [He'd thought he'd only retire from the mercenary life or, really, working for Dio once he was dead. The irony isn't lost on him that he's technically dead here, but that's certainly not at the forefront of his mind.]

It's an ugly as hell scar though, ain't it?

What were you before? Were you a warrior for hire with your skills?

[For all Dimitri knows this man could be a mercenary or heck he could be a craftsman or accountant. He really doesn't know what cowboys are at all.]

It's not ugly. I do not think it is.

Got it in one. For the right price I was usually the assassin. Or whatever the hell someone wanted, but most of the time it was a simple assassination. [There's nothing simple about that, but it's all business to him. Or, well, was.]

... Really? [He doesn't entirely believe him on that, he had some nasty scars, but nothing was quite as... obvious as this one was. Or as obvious as to what had caused it.]

An assassin, I see. I have felled many in my lifetime but I fear if you had your weapon I would have been long gone by now. [Why would he have to fight Assassins? WELLLL.....]

Yes, I try to be as honest as I can. It is not as bad as you think it is. You're still handsome.

[He then realizes he's been holding him this whole time so he pulls away and hides arm un the blanket burrito he's become. He doesn't lay back down but he is sitting there with Hol.]

Ain't like you had anything like what I had. [Even if, uh, his later assassination attempts were against people that could Actually kick his ass, but that's not important. Stand users don't count in the normal populace, after all.

And he's really not going to question why he'd have to have dealt with assassins, he can make a few guesses.]

What? You flirtin' with me now? [He doesn't sound mad about it, more teasing him than anything else. But when he's letting go he's pursing his lips for a brief moment. Man, so much for that.] Gotta tell ya, it was pretty damn cute watching how you lit up with curiosity before Emperor did... all of that.

While that is true... I still wish I would have been able to enjoy my youth without the worry of murder around every corner...[Dimitri you are only 20...]

Flirting? No I am merely telling the truth. You are a handsome man. Did you not know? [He leans back a little, though he does notice the way that he seems to be annoyed at something.]

It was...cute? [There is that blush again.] I...I simply enjoy weaponry. It was fascinating to see something so new until the ramifications of such a weapon truly impacted me.

Now I know you're around the same age I am, the fuck were you doing to be getting targeted? [Look. L o o k, he needs to know now because you can't just say that and expect him to not question it.]

"Handsome" generally ain't a word most use for me, yeah. [Unless you're talking about the women he's talked circles around and was able to use for whatever he wanted. But that is not something he's counting in this particular moment. For the best, he's trying to forget that particular fact.

Is it really that easy to get to him? Oh, he has some awful ideas brewing in the back of his mind now.]

Sure was, usually most don't give a shit about this kind of thing. Or, if they do, it's just so they know how to not get destroyed by it. [As if he ever tells the full truth if he knows it's someone he might have to deal with later.] I doubt it helps, but while pretty much all guns are about that powerful, being that accurate sure ain't. I control every aspect of it to a certain distance, but even with regular guns I got... better aim than most.

I was busy being Heir apparent while my uncle ruled my kingdom and tried to murder me before I could take the throne. He did not succeed. [Did that mean he had to kill his uncle? Damn right he did, in front of a crowd of roaring applause he beheaded him.]

Well call me strange. I find you handsome. If your ego needs it I can tell you my reasons why. [He just shrugs at that.]

I've always been fascinated with weapons from a young age. Where I come from it's even customary to give a loved one a dagger as a form of a proposal or just as a promise to another. Perhaps another gun may not distress me as much as yours does but I fear how many innocents can fall to such a weapon. [That blush is still there but fading as he thinks of darker things.]

Heir apparent... You know what, that fucking tracks. [HOW DOES THAT TRACK, HOL. He's not going to explain how or why, but it at least stops that line of questioning. There's more important things to focus on than that, pro... bably.]

My ego don't need shit, thanks. [Even if he's curious as to how that's even possible. But he's not falling into a "doing it for your ego" trap, his pride certainly would not let him.]

Man, getting a dagger would sure be a lot more useful than some of the shit I've seen out here. [He's a simple man with simple needs and most "gifts" are just something to chuck and entirely forget about.] Mm... You ain't wrong. I dunno how you'd be able to keep them from existing, but I wish you luck in it. No one needs this shit, really. Even if I lost Emperor tomorrow I can't say I'd be keen on looking for a replacement. [God, this really got depressing again, didn't it?]

How long you been hibernating in here, by the way?

King. Not Heir apparent anymore. [Well there you go now Hol, you're with a young King.] Though I suppose as I am without my kingdom here I am just...Dimitri.

[He frowns for a moment and pulls the blankets closer around himself and lays on his back. His weighted blanket is on top of him and yes with that and the other blankets he is a little warm but he's not taking them off anytime soon.]

You are one of the few not from my world to find the custom endearing. Others find it strange to give a weapon as a betrothal present. Some from my own world and kingdom even find it antiquated. I've always found it romantic...

I have been like this for a little while now. I am unsure of the time as Loog is not here right now.

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.

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.]

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