[ okay for once i'll cut phoenix some slack. dimitri gives him a slightly wary look before—he stops, shakes his head, and sighs.
he always charges ahead like this, forgetting who he might trample in the meantime. it's hard to breathe and settle. but by the fireside, he makes an effort, setting the pudding aside to cup both hands around the hot cocoa for a little more warmth. ]
...Are you making excuses to stay? [ it's something he's done before, too. ] Please, be honest.
[ he's just... really tired and really sad and doesn't have the energy to do a social dance right now. ]
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he always charges ahead like this, forgetting who he might trample in the meantime. it's hard to breathe and settle. but by the fireside, he makes an effort, setting the pudding aside to cup both hands around the hot cocoa for a little more warmth. ]
...Are you making excuses to stay? [ it's something he's done before, too. ] Please, be honest.
[ he's just... really tired and really sad and doesn't have the energy to do a social dance right now. ]