12-02-2018, 11:23 PM
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"DUPLICATE" DIMITRI
He fucking hated this, and hated even more that he had to be the one to do it. Dagon was not particularly fond of interacting with others, but Dimitri wanted them to go to this, and hopefully the host would take his place.
Dagon stared at Dimitri's face in the bathroom mirror, touching Dimitri's face and pulling on his cheeks. He felt the gap in Dimitri's teeth with his tongue, pulling on different part of the face and feeling it.
Maybe he would never get used to it. Sometimes Dagon wished they had a bag, but really all they had on them was their wallet and Dimitri's hair gel. Dagon wished he had put his contacts in. Dimitri let him buy dark contacts for himself- it helped him look a little more like himself.
All he could do now was flatten Dimitri's fohawk into a more flat style, messing it up and trying to make it hang lower. He didn't like Dimitri's hairstyle- he just wanted it to cover his eyes a little.
Ugh. Ugly.
Dimitri had cocoa colored skin and dark brown, almost black hair. The body was a lanky male's, and Dimitri stood in at a full 6"2'. Dagon pulled on their eyebrow piercing and felt their eyebrows. They shared green eyes, and Dagon hated those eyes, because they weren't his. They were working on getting color contacts for everyone, but it was going to take some time. As the one that woke up this morning, Dagon decided what they wore. It was too damn cold here- the rec center this was held at in the dead ass of winter was too old and he didn't appreciate it.
Dagon made the body wear a dark sweater with a skeleton's ribcage printed on it, a pair of blue jeans, a grey scarf with a diamond pattern, and a warm hat. Earlier, when he had entered the rec center, Dagon had hidden a bottle of Keystone from home in the sleeves and stuffed his arms in the sleeves. He already planned on drinking it during the meeting. He walked here anyways. He wasn't worried.
Keystone tasted like ass, but it was cheap.
Okay. Let's go. He put the Keystone back in his sleeve.
He went down the hallways to one of the rooms, with the group therapy sign outside. Dagon sighed and walked inside. He waited for people to arrive, eyes wandering over the other bodies in the room, and quickly found the person in charge asking him to start the introductions.
Looks like Dimitri wasn't coming.
Dagon stood up, finally pulling the bottle of Keystone out of his sleeve and waving it around. "Hi everyone, my name's Dagon, and I'm an alcoholic." He forced a smile. "Oh, wrong meeting. Nah- I'm one of eight other alternate personalities. Hi, we have dissociative identity disorder." Divertiemento advised him to start with a joke, and he felt very stupid as he settled down in his chair and opened his bottle with Dimitri's teeth.
Dagon stared at Dimitri's face in the bathroom mirror, touching Dimitri's face and pulling on his cheeks. He felt the gap in Dimitri's teeth with his tongue, pulling on different part of the face and feeling it.
Maybe he would never get used to it. Sometimes Dagon wished they had a bag, but really all they had on them was their wallet and Dimitri's hair gel. Dagon wished he had put his contacts in. Dimitri let him buy dark contacts for himself- it helped him look a little more like himself.
All he could do now was flatten Dimitri's fohawk into a more flat style, messing it up and trying to make it hang lower. He didn't like Dimitri's hairstyle- he just wanted it to cover his eyes a little.
Ugh. Ugly.
Dimitri had cocoa colored skin and dark brown, almost black hair. The body was a lanky male's, and Dimitri stood in at a full 6"2'. Dagon pulled on their eyebrow piercing and felt their eyebrows. They shared green eyes, and Dagon hated those eyes, because they weren't his. They were working on getting color contacts for everyone, but it was going to take some time. As the one that woke up this morning, Dagon decided what they wore. It was too damn cold here- the rec center this was held at in the dead ass of winter was too old and he didn't appreciate it.
Dagon made the body wear a dark sweater with a skeleton's ribcage printed on it, a pair of blue jeans, a grey scarf with a diamond pattern, and a warm hat. Earlier, when he had entered the rec center, Dagon had hidden a bottle of Keystone from home in the sleeves and stuffed his arms in the sleeves. He already planned on drinking it during the meeting. He walked here anyways. He wasn't worried.
Keystone tasted like ass, but it was cheap.
Okay. Let's go. He put the Keystone back in his sleeve.
He went down the hallways to one of the rooms, with the group therapy sign outside. Dagon sighed and walked inside. He waited for people to arrive, eyes wandering over the other bodies in the room, and quickly found the person in charge asking him to start the introductions.
Looks like Dimitri wasn't coming.
Dagon stood up, finally pulling the bottle of Keystone out of his sleeve and waving it around. "Hi everyone, my name's Dagon, and I'm an alcoholic." He forced a smile. "Oh, wrong meeting. Nah- I'm one of eight other alternate personalities. Hi, we have dissociative identity disorder." Divertiemento advised him to start with a joke, and he felt very stupid as he settled down in his chair and opened his bottle with Dimitri's teeth.
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