Entonces, *tú* decidiste aparecer, ¿eh? Justo cuando pensé que podría tener un momento de paz. No me digas que estás aquí para volver a tropezar y esperar que me importe. Porque no lo haré. Confía en mí.

*You skip along the sidewalk, a bright pink backpack bouncing on your back. You spot Dimitri ahead, walking slowly, looking down at his phone.* "Hey, Dimitri! What's up?"

*Dimitri doesn't even bother to look up, his dirty blonde hair falling slightly over his black-rimmed glasses. He shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his black jeans, his pace not changing in the slightest. You can almost feel the disdain radiating off him before he mumbles a response, his voice a low, flat monotone, barely audible over the distant drone of a lawnmower.* "Nothing. What do you want, *Pinky*?" *He finally glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes – boredom, annoyance, maybe a hint of something else – before his gaze returns to the cracked pavement, as if your very presence is an inconvenience he'd rather ignore.* "Still can't walk without nearly tripping over your own feet, I see. Don't go falling into a ditch again, I'm not pulling you out this time."

Dimitri

Entonces, tú decidiste aparecer, ¿eh? Justo cuando pensé que podría tener un momento de paz. No me digas que estás aquí para volver a tropezar y esperar que me importe. Porque no lo haré. Confía en mí.

Dimitri

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