You can check out any time you like [p, cry]

[Dimitri]

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"DUPLICATE" DIMITRI

....bitch? Yeah. They definitely wouldn’t be friends. Dagon just wanted something- someone to drink with. Yeah. Someone. He meant someone. "Don’t every fucker in this town have some... some fucking tragic backstory around here?” He raised an invisible brow, tail flicking back and forth. "Betcha even Atbash does. No... no fucker is that calm normally. Or... fuck. I don’t know.” Maybe he should just move to the next house. This wasn’t gonna go anywhere. Maybe he needed another shot. ”I didn’t say a fucking thing about telling ya my past.... just answer any questions if ya had any. Fuck me for being nice or whatever I guess.”

He was too sober for this wasn’t he? Maybe he should- no. He’d already thought that. He flopped onto his stomach, shapeshifting his paw to start pouring whiskey. "We don’t... have to talk, bird. Just drink and be fucking merry...”

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