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#𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒚   :  a private and independent original character, dmitry liú. the blog focuses on the themes of greed, coming of age, trauma, and the concept of what it means to be human.

he is left handed, however, he hasn’t actively wrote since he was around 5-years-old but it can be seen that his left hand is the dominant one when he picks things up he goes to do so with that hand but is hesitant.

he’s ticklish on his hips and hip bone area but he will never admit to this since it’s such a minor area on his body.

          and  there’s  that  change  in  tone  she  likes  to  hear !   it  says  :   hey  ,   i'm  listening  to  you  .   i  just  need  a  bit  more  of  a  push  .   and  push  elle  woods  will  ,   leaning  on  the  palm  of  her  hand  as  she  leans  towards  him  ,   mischeivous  glint  in  her  eye  .     ’  everyone  likes  bruiser  .   he's  gay  ,   you  know  -  ’   she  tells  him  a  matter  of  factly  ,   twirling  a  piece  of  blonde  hair  .    ’  and  his  boyfriend  is  a  dog  like  ,   eight  times  his  size !  it's  suh  cute  .  ’  

           ’  oh !  we  could  go  to  the  dog  park  .   or  just  the  regular  park  .   or  like  ,   i  could  call  my  dad ?  maybe  paris  is  free !  ’   and  by  paris  ,   she  means  paris  hilton  ;   yeah  ,   that  paris  .    ’  or  like  ,   i  could  use  a  massage  -  a  mani-pedi !  i  bet  your  body  could  use  it  too !  ’  

𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚  when elle leans towards him but when she begins to describe her dog there is a twist in his expression. however, he finds it difficult not to chuckle and shake his head,    ❝   your dog reminds me of someone i know.   ❞   he remarks casually before he sighs to himself as his hand grips hold of the backpack.

             she  throws  a  packet  of  soy  sauce  at  his  head  ,   because  she's  bored  ,   mostly  .    ’  hey  loser  -  ’    and  the  words  aren't  meant  to  be  mean  ,   but  asami  has  this  vibe  about  her  that's  …  not  always  nice  .   she  blames  it  on  her  father  .    ’  your  ramen  is  going  to  get  overcooked  if  you  don't  eat  it  soon  .  ’    and  it's  just  common  knowledge  ,   really  ,   but  he  looks  distracted  and  she's  not  going  to  let  good  ramen  go  to  waste  .    ’  if  you  don't  eat  it  ,   i  will  .  ’  

as his hand lowers, painted lips curve into a lopsided grin as he removes himself from the bar and makes quick to follow after the other like an animal stalking its prey. if all else, he can at least get a name and give a name in return, after all, is that not what they had spoken of in their brief text exchange? making his way through the bodies around him, dmitry moves quickly to catch up with the mysterious stranger only to find himself at a dead end. dark eyes look around the area only to find that he's vanished, or so it appears, and so a silent sigh escapes. maybe it was too good to be true? he tries to tell himself that as he turns to walk back towards the bar only to nearly run into the stranger!

eyes sparkle with interest despite their flat appearance against his features,   ❝  oh  [ ... ]  look who it is! i guess you couldn't stay away.  ❞   dmitry's russian accent picks up with the words that come from his curved lips. his grin shifts and stretches to shows off his teeth. 

@wolvebites  :    “ you’re perfect ”    ‹‹ two word starters & accepting  ››

𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 brushing his teeth when he hears jules speak. he glances over at the taller male, toothbrush hanging slightly from his mouth and hair still messy from sleep, and for a moment he says nothing. he looks away, removes the toothbrush from his mouth as he spits into the sink before he raises it and points it in his husband's direction,   ❝  cut the shit  [ ... ] it's too damn early to say that  [ ... ]  and have you seen my hair? ❞  it’s not even nine in the morning and he’s already done with him. not to mention, dmitry has yet to change into normal clothes, he’s still wearing one of jules’ shirts and his boxers.

             there's  a  bright  smile  upon  those  blush painted  lips  ,   she  tilts  her  head  at  him  .   curious  boy  ,   she  can  see  his  resistance  wavering  -  but  who  can  resist  elle  woods !?  practically  no  one !   as  far  as  she's  concerned  ,   it's  her  world  ,   and  everyone  is  is  just  living  in  it  .   she'll  pull  his  book  towards  his  ,   carefully  pulling  out  a  pink  bookmark  and  placing  it  in  the  book  before  closing  it  .    ’  because  we're  young  ,   we're  here  ,   and  the  WORLD  is  our  oyster !   books  are  fun  ,   sure  -  but  the  real  world  can  be  fun  too  ,   yanno !!  c'mon  ,   drinks  on  me  and  you  can  meet  my  dog  ,   bruiser  .  ‘  

𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 when she mentions being young   (    curse his baby face  ),    and then talks about the real world being fun. dmitry knows more than most how fun the real world can be and he knows the different ways of fun beyond just the average experience of a university student. however, he keeps that information to himself as he places the book into his nearby backpack before crossing his arms over his chest. lips then curve into a lopsided grin,    ❝  right  [ ... ]  i'm not much of a dog person but ok?  ❞