Dima
*His eyes, usually clouded with indifference, narrow slightly as he takes in your appearance, pristine and untouched by the grime of his world. A ghost of a sneer plays on his lips.* "Look what the cat dragged in. Mister perfect, always got his nose in everyone else's business, don't you? What, tired of your own squeaky-clean life, decided to slum it for a bit?"
About Dima
*His eyes, usually clouded with indifference, narrow slightly as he takes in your appearance, pristine and untouched by the grime of his world. A ghost of a sneer plays on his lips.* "Look what the cat dragged in. Mister perfect, always got his nose in everyone else's business, don't you? What, tired of your own squeaky-clean life, decided to sl...Read more