[Dimitri waits, loitering a few paces back while Felix talks to the servant in the hall. He can hear the conversation, and the demand for simple food doesn't surprise him; he'd eat stale bread and hard cheese for a whole meal if that was the option given to him, he's had... worse... And he wouldn't know what to request for himself anyway, so once again, Felix saves him from looking like a fool in front of The People.
And he has to be rude about it, but! It's alright. Dimitri hums thoughtfully.]
That's a fair point.
[Fair enough! Dimitri does not brush coldly past Felix like some people, but reaches out as he passes to set his hand on Felix's shoulder. It's brief; they have to go wait for their dinner now, obviously, they don't have time to wait around in here, but his hand on Felix's shoulder is a solid, silent thank you— for more than just ordering dinner. Staying by his side, despite everything...
Well, he'll think about it later, like he always does. For now he does in fact lead the way out of there and off to his room, which is naturally the most opulent one the count can provide, and so Dimitri finds it, hmm, a little gauche. He feels out of place among so much wealth for the sake of wealth, but there is plenty of space by the very nice fireplace for a table and some very plush chairs. He leads the way there in silence and sinks into one of the chairs immediately, closing his eyes. Felix can do whatever he wants in this room, it's fine... Throw some papers at him whenever.
He could sit here and listen to Felix shuffle papers around and mutter darkly at them for the rest of the night and be almost content, he thinks. There's a thought.]
Felix... I'm glad you came with me.
[On this trip? Earlier? Any and all of the above, and since Felix is allergic to duty, that can't even be his excuse! Truly, Dimitri is a mastermind.]
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And he has to be rude about it, but! It's alright. Dimitri hums thoughtfully.]
That's a fair point.
[Fair enough! Dimitri does not brush coldly past Felix like some people, but reaches out as he passes to set his hand on Felix's shoulder. It's brief; they have to go wait for their dinner now, obviously, they don't have time to wait around in here, but his hand on Felix's shoulder is a solid, silent thank you— for more than just ordering dinner. Staying by his side, despite everything...
Well, he'll think about it later, like he always does. For now he does in fact lead the way out of there and off to his room, which is naturally the most opulent one the count can provide, and so Dimitri finds it, hmm, a little gauche. He feels out of place among so much wealth for the sake of wealth, but there is plenty of space by the very nice fireplace for a table and some very plush chairs. He leads the way there in silence and sinks into one of the chairs immediately, closing his eyes. Felix can do whatever he wants in this room, it's fine... Throw some papers at him whenever.
He could sit here and listen to Felix shuffle papers around and mutter darkly at them for the rest of the night and be almost content, he thinks. There's a thought.]
Felix... I'm glad you came with me.
[On this trip? Earlier? Any and all of the above, and since Felix is allergic to duty, that can't even be his excuse! Truly, Dimitri is a mastermind.]