Don't Be Stupid--You Know I Love You [Closed]
Characters: Dimo and Maxim
Content: Dimo proves to Maxim that he can be trustworthy
Setting: Maxim and Dimo's quarters
Time: evening, right after the lightning harvesting, but after Dimo has discharged the electricity that he got zapped with.
Warnings: Fluff. That's it.
The room was mercifully warm when Dimo opened the door. The thunder and lightning had been exhilarating, but being less cold was something that he quite looked forward to. A good, hot shower would be welcome, as would a night where neither he nor Maxim had guard duty at all. Winry, in light of the fact that he'd just been electrocuted that afternoon, had given him the night off. She'd also given him quite the curious look, and asked how he was feeling. He'd replied, with his usual candor, "Like I just got struck by lightning."
Taking another swig of the diluted battledraught that he'd picked up from Penelo on the way back, Dimo winced. As useful as it was, it still didn't taste that great. Dimo studied his left forearm with interest. He had some nice new scars now from the lightning strike, and he wanted them to heal over smoothly, but not so that they were completely gone. He had to admit, they looked pretty good to him.
Content: Dimo proves to Maxim that he can be trustworthy
Setting: Maxim and Dimo's quarters
Time: evening, right after the lightning harvesting, but after Dimo has discharged the electricity that he got zapped with.
Warnings: Fluff. That's it.
The room was mercifully warm when Dimo opened the door. The thunder and lightning had been exhilarating, but being less cold was something that he quite looked forward to. A good, hot shower would be welcome, as would a night where neither he nor Maxim had guard duty at all. Winry, in light of the fact that he'd just been electrocuted that afternoon, had given him the night off. She'd also given him quite the curious look, and asked how he was feeling. He'd replied, with his usual candor, "Like I just got struck by lightning."
Taking another swig of the diluted battledraught that he'd picked up from Penelo on the way back, Dimo winced. As useful as it was, it still didn't taste that great. Dimo studied his left forearm with interest. He had some nice new scars now from the lightning strike, and he wanted them to heal over smoothly, but not so that they were completely gone. He had to admit, they looked pretty good to him.
