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“...You’re staring again.” An interruption -- wrought by himself with a quiet chuckle chasing after. There’s a certain twinge of anxiousness -- one that coincides with a blooming in his chest; it never threatens to choke him out (not anymore, no), but it’s always so damn close. “I... I thought it would look better tied up.” And suddenly, a bashfulness unique to Dimitri -- once lost in the wake of vengeful savagery. “...Do you like it?”












