The fine bones of his wrist are tensed, unused to being grabbed, but his clenched fist relaxes when he recognizes this sad pile of goth. D's is a gentle touch anyway, one that seems nearly at odds with his appearance. Which is—impossibly—even more of a deathly pallor than usual, even if his palms aren't clammy and unpleasant to match.
Dimitri sits atop the bale without any more fuss, squinting down at him. ]
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The fine bones of his wrist are tensed, unused to being grabbed, but his clenched fist relaxes when he recognizes this sad pile of goth. D's is a gentle touch anyway, one that seems nearly at odds with his appearance. Which is—impossibly—even more of a deathly pallor than usual, even if his palms aren't clammy and unpleasant to match.
Dimitri sits atop the bale without any more fuss, squinting down at him. ]
...Are you all right?
[ did he party too hard ]