dimitri:

           “black!? just because i only wear black doesn’t mean it’s my favorite. that is an assumption that i will not condone. i try to bring about an air of mystery would i be so easy as to say my favorite color was black and simply wear it all the time? ” he said in feigned shock as if he was actually offended. slapping the tabletop before he stared at her for a moment before grinning. “too bad it is. you are correct, pigtails. i do love black. it looks good on me, doesn’t it? makes my butt look nice and all?” he said with a smirk as he popped his color once and then went back to the softer smile as he looked at her. she was so strange. she wasn’t strange in the way melody was. no, this one had her eyes staring off into the distance and not looking back. this one didn’t trust anyone to not hurt her. the joy she pretended she was feeling, it was simply a lie to herself; and dimitri never enjoyed the company of liars. 

       “red?” humming, he leaned back and let his elbows lean against the counter and closed his eyse. “blood red….you’d look good as a redhead. and it does help that i have a thing for red heads.” a teasing smirk appearing on his lips as he turned to look at her and tried to get her to smile. a genuine smile, a genuine laugh. not that ugly thing she insists was natural when it wasn’t. “what’s your favorite food? red velvet cake? apples? something spicy?”

               ❛   of course i’m right, dimitri. i know how to READ people, y’ see.   ❜  she says, raising her brows as the words came out of her lips. it’s a coping mechanism and you know it. she’s always been good at it — at telling, by a single look, whether someone is ANGRY, HAPPY, HORNY, DISAPPOINTED, MAD. she’s always been good at figuring things out.    ❛   just like i know that hot pants over ther’ is all hot and bothered that mel ‘n adam spend so much time toge’er. y’ don’t need to be a genius to see that, tho.   ❜      so maybe she’s trying to take her conversation away from her. who can blame her? no one, no one, no one.  

            ❛   i’d be FLATTERED but y’ have a thing for everything that moves.  PLUS, i like me hair like this.   ❜   you like it because it’s your own. you like it because it’s your freedom in a bottle. she taps her fingers on the balcony – ONE, TWO, FOUR, THREE. ONE, TWO, FOUR, THREE –, tilting her head to the side as she looks at the man.    ❛   i dunno. a KEBAB, maybe.   ❜   how long has it been since you’ve eaten that? more than a DECADE, hasn’t it?   ❛   or some’in french. what about ya, sugah?   ❜