[For a few seconds, Dimitri is decidedly befuddled. His height seems irrelevant, and he's not entirely sure why Claude would be asking him to sit —
Oh. Is he going to put it up for him? That sounds somewhat embarrassing. Not enough to put him off the idea entirely, but enough for him to look slightly startled once it clicks. He clears his throat, patting the back of his pants before deeming them dry enough to sit in one of the nearby chairs for a short period. Dimitri obediently sits down, though naturally, not without at least a small protest:]
Truly, my hair does not bother me that much. I do not mind leaving it as it is.
[...still, he's curious, so he won't make a fuss beyond that.]
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Oh. Is he going to put it up for him? That sounds somewhat embarrassing. Not enough to put him off the idea entirely, but enough for him to look slightly startled once it clicks. He clears his throat, patting the back of his pants before deeming them dry enough to sit in one of the nearby chairs for a short period. Dimitri obediently sits down, though naturally, not without at least a small protest:]
Truly, my hair does not bother me that much. I do not mind leaving it as it is.
[...still, he's curious, so he won't make a fuss beyond that.]