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[dimitea]

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

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[dimitea]

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[big_iron]

[Hey. Hey did he actually manage to do it? Because he needs to know how the fuck he even did that. So guess who's using a very, very smug Bones to track that location pinging.

So do you lock doors or anything, Dimitri.]

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[dimitea]

[Good News: He's at home and in his room and he doesn't lok his doors.

Bad News: Loog is nowhere in sight]

[big_iron]

[Eh, he doesn't actually give two shits about Loog in general.

But he's going to be an utter bastard and just make his way inside like it's nothing and just use what he knows to try and pin down the exact door Dimitri's in.

Bones might care about Loog, but also she's probably better off not in the line of potential fire.]

Dimitri?

[dimitea]

[He's just in his room under the weighted blanket and not going to ever leave his home again.

At least he was until he hears his door open and someone walk in.]

...Go away...

[big_iron]

[Oh good grief, is he moping?

With a roll of his eyes he closes the door behind him before leaning against the wall to observe what is even going on.]

Nah, don't think I will after all of that.

[dimitea]

[The fireplace isn't on in his house anymore and there is a weird burnt smell in the living room. Best to ignore that right now.

Dimitri is down the hall in his bedroom and the door is opened but he's under a mess of pillows, other blankets and his favorite weighted one. He's under all that...somewhere...]

......Did you come to see if the photos are real?.....I can't imagine any other reason why.

[Is he shouting from the bedroom? yeah.]

[big_iron]

[Dimitri, you're such a fucking mess. But he can follow his voice to his room at the very least, being more than trained enough to be able to do that much.

He's not answering until he's certain he found his room, arms crossed over his chest as he observes this mess on the bed.]

Believe it or not, nah. Was more concerned about how you were takin' all of that shit since I'm sure you tried to commit a murder against something technically not alive.

[dimitea]

[Well he is just going to stay where he is in the blankets, mess or not. It's his house.]

I would wish to no longer exist. I can not figure out how to delete the video and those who saw it I can not erase their memories.

[big_iron]

[Hmm, does he... say something or does he try and play it off?]

Well, I can tell you for certain I wasn't all that mad seein' that. [His tone is far too casual for what they're talking about, but whatever.] Other than bein' mad that wasn't something you wanted everyone to see, unless you were into that, I guess.

[dimitea]

I do not even know what I would have liked considering I don't have the choice now.

[There is shifting under the pile of blankets before a tuft of blond pokes out at the bottom of the bed and than those piercing blue eyes, rimmed in red. He totally hasn't been upset over this, no not him at all.]

I prefer keeping things private for now.....or I did.

[big_iron]

I'm sure everyone will forget about it in a few days, if that long, there's so much shit going on here...

[He's almost certain of it, there's other naked people around and if he's not their type, then he doubts they'll think much about it. But god he's letting out a soft huff at how he looks, that should not get under his skin and want to murder Loog himself.]

Right... Don't think I'd be in a much better state if that'd happened to me.

[dimitea]

The ones who matter and I care about will not forget. I care not if someone I have yet to meet sees it but...my beloved friends....they shouldn't have seen it.

[Most of your friends have already seen you naked Dimitri.]

I'm sorry Loog bothered you...

[And with that he's going to hide back into the blankets and never come out.]

[big_iron]

No offense, but if they're your friends, then they shouldn't care about seeing you like that and keep it to themselves.

[That was probably harsher than it should have been, oh well.]

Ehh. Mine didn't much help matters. [... You know what, fuck it.] Like I said, wasn't really mad about it other than I'd rather be getting pictures that were meant to be sent to me. [No, bad.]

[dimitea]

[That last part got his attention and Dimitri is poking out his whole head at that one, confusion clear on his face.]

You aren't upset by them? Why? I know my body is....not normal...

[big_iron]

[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.

[dimitea]

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....

[big_iron]

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.

[dimitea]

[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. ]

[big_iron]

[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.

[dimitea]

[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?]

[big_iron]

[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.]

[dimitea]

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.]

[big_iron]

[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.

[dimitea]

[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?