DIMITRI THIBAUT! ♛
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(location) hall // (action) socializing // (tagged) alex, lola, mari
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(location) hall // (action) socializing // (tagged) alex, lola, mari
so that was why dimitri recognized her! she'd probably come to visit his brother a few times
and he'd run into her. he'd never actually spoken to her, seeing as every time paris would ha
ve friends over, dimitri would lock himself in his room and enjoy the company of his laptop
and frank sinatra playing softly over his speakers. his brother had always been the more so
cial one. their parents had never really taken the time to check and see if dimitri actually
had any friends, seeing as paris was the light of their lives and very clearly the favorite son,
but luckily, dimitri had alexander by his side all through high school.
he shook his head slightly as if waking from a daydream, then nodded. "right, right, you kn
ow paris. you're.. you're marquesa, right?" he arched an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.
he hoped he was right, otherwise it'd be very, very awkward for him. not that he cared very
much if he had gotten her name wrong. paris had a lot of friends, they all tangled together
every now and then. but, he was almost certain that this was, indeed, marquesa. "mari," as
he'd heard his brother refer to her sometimes. how long had paris known her? dimitri wanted
to believe that it was his twin's sophomore year when he started bringing up the name "mar
quesa." he wasn't sure. paris tended to bring up a lot of names.
dimitri looked to the side at alexander when he came back over, showing him his dorm number.
he was pleased by what he saw. he pulled out his own dorm number from under his schedule
and showed it to his friend. it was the same number. "the bed nearest to the wall is mine. t
he desk by the window is also mine, i need it more than you."
and he'd run into her. he'd never actually spoken to her, seeing as every time paris would ha
ve friends over, dimitri would lock himself in his room and enjoy the company of his laptop
and frank sinatra playing softly over his speakers. his brother had always been the more so
cial one. their parents had never really taken the time to check and see if dimitri actually
had any friends, seeing as paris was the light of their lives and very clearly the favorite son,
but luckily, dimitri had alexander by his side all through high school.
he shook his head slightly as if waking from a daydream, then nodded. "right, right, you kn
ow paris. you're.. you're marquesa, right?" he arched an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly.
he hoped he was right, otherwise it'd be very, very awkward for him. not that he cared very
much if he had gotten her name wrong. paris had a lot of friends, they all tangled together
every now and then. but, he was almost certain that this was, indeed, marquesa. "mari," as
he'd heard his brother refer to her sometimes. how long had paris known her? dimitri wanted
to believe that it was his twin's sophomore year when he started bringing up the name "mar
quesa." he wasn't sure. paris tended to bring up a lot of names.
dimitri looked to the side at alexander when he came back over, showing him his dorm number.
he was pleased by what he saw. he pulled out his own dorm number from under his schedule
and showed it to his friend. it was the same number. "the bed nearest to the wall is mine. t
he desk by the window is also mine, i need it more than you."