[ True, Dimitri had proved easily impressed in the rain. But Claude suspects that if he were to try to impress him, if only as an amusing way to pass the time, he might have a surprisingly hard time.
Or not. He can't really be impressed by that— but as Claude looks back to him, mouth crooked, ready to quip as to his own resilient good looks, he understands.
There's no denying that Dimitri's hair is a mess and the rain hasn't done him any favors. Not that anyone else, seeing him now, would pay much attention to his hair. Not when he's got his shirt off, and his scars would play a shrinking part in that.
Still— ]
They're right. You are easily impressed.
[ Shaking his head again, hands pressed to thighs as he pushes himself to a stand. Turning to Dimitri, he looks with a more discerning eye at that straggly mop. ]
Though you make a fetching drowned rat... doesn't it bother you?
[ To start, he's got one eye. His hair must get in it all the time. ]
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Or not. He can't really be impressed by that— but as Claude looks back to him, mouth crooked, ready to quip as to his own resilient good looks, he understands.
There's no denying that Dimitri's hair is a mess and the rain hasn't done him any favors. Not that anyone else, seeing him now, would pay much attention to his hair. Not when he's got his shirt off, and his scars would play a shrinking part in that.
Still— ]
They're right. You are easily impressed.
[ Shaking his head again, hands pressed to thighs as he pushes himself to a stand. Turning to Dimitri, he looks with a more discerning eye at that straggly mop. ]
Though you make a fetching drowned rat... doesn't it bother you?
[ To start, he's got one eye. His hair must get in it all the time. ]