With a weapon in hand, Dimitri felt better already, the weight of it lighter than he cared for, but workable. Better than nothing. He only barely noticed her staring, and when he did, his cheeks tinged pink — growing just a little warmer when she brushed past him. She was so... tactile. Wasn't afraid of him at all.
By the time she returned, Dimitri was standing, arms folded, absently watching the crowds, his singular visible eye focused on her when she spoke. "Yes." A beat. "Though I do not know where to head next."
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With a weapon in hand, Dimitri felt better already, the weight of it lighter than he cared for, but workable. Better than nothing. He only barely noticed her staring, and when he did, his cheeks tinged pink — growing just a little warmer when she brushed past him. She was so... tactile. Wasn't afraid of him at all.
By the time she returned, Dimitri was standing, arms folded, absently watching the crowds, his singular visible eye focused on her when she spoke. "Yes." A beat. "Though I do not know where to head next."