AMANI IC INBOX

[dimitea]

Unfortunately I am indisposed at the moment, please leave a message and I shall return it post-haste.

Comments

[dimitea]

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?

[big_iron]

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.

[dimitea]

[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.]

[big_iron]

[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.]

[dimitea]

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.

[big_iron]

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.]

[dimitea]

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.]

[big_iron]

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.]

[dimitea]

[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.

[big_iron]

[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.

[dimitea]

[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.

[big_iron]

[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.]

[dimitea]

[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.]

[big_iron]

[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.]

[dimitea]

[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?

[big_iron]

[Use it when you have it is his theory on it. Dimitri gave him access to it and best believe he's going to take that offer. Even while he's working on adding more in once the meat browns as much as he wants. Next is just the beans, a bit of beef broth, and some kind of noodle he got from who knows where.]

War, huh? Shit still happens where I'm from, I'm just... not involved in it since that's a whole-ass military thing and I don't think I'm really a citizen anywhere anymore at this point. Mercenary work paid better anyway. [And then he just puts the lid on top of it and moves to lean against the counter Dimitri had been leaning against earlier.]

I ain't much one to be fighting with my actual body, but it might not hurt. [Oh, right, what he's making.] Uhhh, it's somethin' we call chili mac. Basically chili with noodles and cheese added into it. Simple shit, but it'll stick to your ribs.

[dimitea]

[A mercenary, so he was right in thinking assassin wasn't the only think Hol did. Hrm, perhaps he could get him to join him one day. That's something for another time. Cheese was mentioned and Dimitri's eyes went a bit wide and almost as if they are sparkling.]

Chili mac? It sounds lovely. I do love cheese. I am not sure how good sticking to ribs are but I have never disliked a cheese dish.

[big_iron]

[Nah, of course not, though assassinations were a huge chunk of his work. Might be why he's so flippant about damn near everything at this point. And, oh, that reaction is actually adorable.]

Oh, trust me, you're gonna love this. And sticking to your ribs basically means it's something that's hearty and fillin'. More of a slang term where I'm from. And this should be ready in about five minutes or so, I think. [If he's doing his calculations right, anyway.]

[dimitea]

[He continues to stick close to the pot, probably partially in the way but he is a simple man of simple pleasures and really would like some cheese.]

It smells quite delightful. Perhaps you can add chef to your list of duties and can assist me with meal prep. I'm afraid the extent of my culinary knowledge is toast. This 'stove' is not something I've never had. I must say I am pleased to have learned how to boil water. [Speaking of boiling water there goes the kettle. He takes it off the stove and pours the hot water into their mugs and the loose tea, the sweet calming scent of chamomile invading his senses.]

[big_iron]

[It's fine, he knows by smell at this point when to be concerned and is keeping a close watch on the time. Because of course this man has many watches to be working with by this point.]

Get yourself a proper grill and you got yourself a deal. A stove's great, but there ain't much that beats meat from the grill over proper charcoal. [If he knows what charcoal even is, good grief.] It ain't that hard, promise you, but I think I speak for most anyone when it comes to not burning anything, including yourself, by boilin' water.

[He's humming to himself for a moment before pushing himself off the counter and heading back over to the pot, opening it to inspect and just adding probably more than is advised by most amount of cheese and covering it again.] Givin' it some time to melt in there, it'll be better that way. [He'd rather have some tortilla chips and jalapenos to add to the top of this, but he's pretty certain they're not going to have that stock here. Oh well, he'll worry about that for next time.]

Question for the future: I know you said you can't taste things, but does that include, like, the heat from something spicy or just flavors?

[dimitea]

[The smell of the chili mixed with the chamomile tea is a bit of a strange one but the food does smell very good. Dimitri adds a bit of honey to each mug and once the tea as steeped long enough he hands a mug over to Hol and than takes his own. Of course he can't taste it but the scent and warmth of the drink is enough to have him calming down a bit. Tea was indeed a good idea.]

Spice? I have had spice before. It leaves a tingling in my mouth and I enjoy the dulled heats of them. As for a grill...is that much like a fire to cook over or a hearth? I'm unfamiliar with grills. If you think I need one I shall ask for one with a stamp another time.

[big_iron]

[Oh, right, the tea. He's gingerly taking the mug and yeah, it's... it's a little bit of a weird difference in smells. But right now he's not going to complain, mostly keeping his hands around the mug to keep them warm. No reason for it, but it's nice.]

Good, good. 'Cause I got a lot that's got a good heat behind it, so that should also probably help with the lack of flavor. [They're really doing this, aren't they? How weird. But he... can't say he's going to complain about it.]

Somethin' like that. But further off the ground and easier to move as needed. [Forgive the pause, he's just looking at the ceiling for a moment.] Shit, if you gotta use the stamp system for it, I could help with that since it's my stupid idea to begin with.

[dimitea]

I look forward to your cooking.

[He goes to take a sip of his tea and it's at that moment as he is actively drinking a liquid that Hol suggests what he does. From an outsider looking it the scene would be comedic. For Dimitri it's a bit humiliating as he spits his tea out and starts chocking on the rest he didn't spit out. He has to put his mug down and get a cloth to dry himself off, still coughing.]

E-Excuse me? Hol you can't...why?

[big_iron]

[Maaaaybe he didn't want him spitting out hot tea, oops. Keep your cool, Hol, it's totally fine.]

Again, part of my own dumb-ass idea. [He pauses for a brief moment before glancing over to him, arms crossed over his chest, he's trying to look calm.] 'Sides, can't say I'd be against the idea.

[dimitea]

[Not only is his own blue shirt stained with tea and he's trying to pat it off with a towel, lifting it a bit and exposing his torso in the process. His face is also extremely red right now, many images passing in his mind at Hol's suggestion.]


I..well... [He's so flustered he can't even look Hol in the face.] You don't mean to make a fool of me...do you?