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[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.]

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.

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