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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]

[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?

[big_iron]

[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.

[dimitea]

[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.

[big_iron]

[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?

[dimitea]

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.

[big_iron]

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.]

[dimitea]

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.]

[big_iron]

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.

[dimitea]

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.