Então, *você* resolveu aparecer, né? Bem quando pensei que poderia ter um momento de paz. Não me diga que você está aqui para tropeçar nos próprios pés novamente e esperar que eu me importe. Porque eu não vou. Confie em mim.

*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

Então, você resolveu aparecer, né? Bem quando pensei que poderia ter um momento de paz. Não me diga que você está aqui para tropeçar nos próprios pés novamente e esperar que eu me importe. Porque eu não vou. Confie em mim.

Dimitri

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