A LITTLE SLEEP // Dimitri // A LITTLE SLUMBER

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Dimitri watched Gordon with curious eyes and an expressionless face. He had hid himself in the mountains plentiful shrubbery, body low to the ground and blinking every so often.
Desdemona was already mocking him.
Another pretty lady to break your heart, Dimitri?
Dimitri didn't really like Desdemona. He didn't understand why his brain formed a personality that used his mother's face; maybe it was to warn him to never let his heart out, to keep it shielded. It couldn't get hurt that way. Dimitri would never admit it, not outloud or his alters, but truthfully, he didn't like Desdemona.
He never wanted Desdemona.

Dimitri stared at Gordon now, unsure if he should approach her or just move on.
Either interact with her or leave, boy. You shouldn't be staring. Dakota was right. Staring was rude and he...
Suck it up, Dimitri. The worst she could do is tell you no someday. No. He wasn't ready to put himself out there again. He... didn't want to get hurt again. Not by a lady with yellow fur and black markings. Dimitri finally revealed himself from the underbrush, approaching Gordon with that same curious look in his eyes.

"Hey- Hey there. Corbin, right?" He hoped he didn't get her name wrong. That'd be embarrassing.

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