Some Hotel Room | Tuesday Evening
Avoiding discussion of the weekend had been surprisingly easy. With all their other issues, Dimitri had been fine to steer clear of Rose's special relationship with Lissa based on the unspoken promise not to mention his marrying Tasha. Beyond the weekend, Dimitri couldn't say he was minding being back in Fandom. It honestly helped him feel more normal to remember a time when he was a person in addition to being a guardian. As for the days he was a monster in town, well, those were just getting repressed.
After a day mostly spent hanging out in the gym, Dimitri was attempting to relax in the hotel room with a paperback novel. It was more difficult than one might expect, being as he was nearly a giant (in Rose's terms) and the chair in the room was clearly not meant for him. He shifted every two minutes or so, trying to make the best of things, but unable to find just the right position.
Furniture just wasn't made with him in mind.
[For the one who can't reach the top shelf of anything.]
After a day mostly spent hanging out in the gym, Dimitri was attempting to relax in the hotel room with a paperback novel. It was more difficult than one might expect, being as he was nearly a giant (in Rose's terms) and the chair in the room was clearly not meant for him. He shifted every two minutes or so, trying to make the best of things, but unable to find just the right position.
Furniture just wasn't made with him in mind.
[For the one who can't reach the top shelf of anything.]