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You, [he says to the handler, turning away from Felix.] My palm reader seems to be malfunctioning. Would you mind reading his information for me?

["Of course, sir," the handler says cheerfully, proceeding to happily rattle off what Dimitri just read. When she comes up on the part that talks about his family, he stops her.]

You expect me to believe someone bred for loyalty would sell himself so easily?

[There's a dangerous edge to Dimitri's tone, crackling like fire. The handler balks slightly, not having anticipated that line of questioning.

"Well, you know, Ceres can be terribly uncomfortable... these mongrels don't know what's good for them, of course, so he may have taken a little convincing."

Dimitri scoffs. Ridiculous — it's obvious just looking at Felix that he's not here willingly.]

It is illegal to steal someone's pet. Putting a stolen pet up for sale is an even heavier crime.

[The potential buyer looks at the handler warily. "Do you have his license...?"]

Of course not, [Dimitri cuts in before the handler can manage to produce one.]

He belongs to me. You said it yourself just now, did you not? That he serves the royal family of his homeland. Remove that gag of his and ask him who I am.

[Now, he just has to hope that the gesture of removing the gag is enough to prompt Felix to cooperate until they're clear of this place. The handler hesitates, but with the potential buyer watching so closely and recording in case it turns into a scene, there's really no choice. They lower the barrier and step in, removing Felix's gag.]

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[At first, Felix thinks Dimitri might try something drastic like breaking him out of here.

But then his rough voice rumbles in Felix's ears, outrageous words slipping past his lips. Felix wears his shock clear in his expression, eyes wide as he follows the exchange, the most ridiculous ever claim pushed forth as it goes on.

Someone's pet? Felix, of all people? What in the world is he going on about? What game is Dimitri playing at? Or perhaps, is this just another person who might just look like an older Dimitri, with some slave that looks exactly like Felix...?

It seems like too much of a coincidence, but considering the potential alternatives, Felix decides to play along, seeing if he could at least straighten out this thing to be sure. Even if it comes at a humiliating price.]

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, [Felix manages to spit out, the name rolling bitterly off his tongue as he keeps his gaze averted,] b--crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus.

[Thank the goddess, he's playing along. Dimitri takes out his palm reader again, flashing his identification to the handler. Judging from how nauseous they suddenly look, the ploy has worked.

"We're so sorry about the mix-up", they say hurriedly, moving to grab two silver rings. "Why don't I get him properly registered to you so we can forget all about this unfortunate misunderstanding?"]

You had best not forget. If those alterations cause any medical problems, I will be getting in contact with you again.

["Of course. Ah, here, this is the master's ring..."

Rings... they look like silver wedding bands. Once upon a time, he would have turned an incredible shade of red if someone tried to get him to exchange rings with Felix. Now, he doesn't have enough emotional energy to be embarrassed. He takes the master's ring and slips it where he would put a signet ring. The other ring is handed to Felix with the clear expectation that he is to put it on right now.]

[Rings?! Felix, for better or for worse, is embarrassed enough for the two of them, coloring visibly as he takes the ring and reluctantly slips it on. The tingle that envelops him from head to toe isn't exactly unpleasant, but his skin crawls with the implications nonetheless...

Ears twitching slightly, he glances warily towards Dimitri, unsure if he likes the confirmation that it is, indeed, the boar prince he's come to detest. Is this truly better than being beholden to those madmen that had forced a certain role upon him?]

["All done!" they say nervously. "We will send his palm reader and the items he had on him to your room. Would you like a leash for him?"]

That will not be necessary. Come, Felix.

[Felix is definitely going to be angry, but Dimitri just wants to get away from prying eyes as quickly as possible. He turns with a flourish that makes his cape flutter dramatically, walking with confidence as he navigates their way out of the convention center. It's packed with people and obscene items and even live sex shows, but Dimitri ignores it all, only stopping if the crowd threatens to separate them. It would be nice if he could remove his cloak and cover Felix up — too many eyes trail after him for Dimitri's tastes.

At his determined pace, it only takes them five minutes to get outside. Dimitri's already called for a hovercar, which he steps up to. The doors lift automatically once he gets close, and he motions for Felix to get inside and sit. Blessedly, an AI drives the thing and he's able to remove his cloak and toss it on Felix.]

[It rankles at him how Dimitri calls for him like a dog to heel, but besides a characteristic glower, he follows as instructed, very much eager to put some distance between himself and this damn place. Never mind the gazes that trail after them--nay, Felix specifically. His captors have often whispered about his estimated worth, and invested everything into making him a worthwhile pet, for however disgusting that concept is.

By the time they're inside the car, Felix's irritation has built itself to a healthy level, overshadowing any embarrassment he feels at being seen like this. The way Dimitri simply tosses his cloak over Felix like he's some object to be covered up only adds up to it, and while he does take refuge in it (it's warm and he is not exactly enthusiastic about being paraded around in lingerie), he does glare at Dimitri once more, quite pissed at this turn of events.]

What the hell are you playing at, Boar?!

[Why is he scowling at him for that?! It seems a safe bet that Felix would prefer being covered up. Dimitri just frowns at him, folding his arms to look out the window as the car starts to rise up.]

Preventing you from being sold off as a sex slave. If you find that objectionable, feel free to keep running your mouth.

[He didn't expect thanks, but he did expect Felix to hold his tongue at least until they got to the apartment. Being scolded in an enclosed space raises his hackles.]

[It's Dimitri as the exchange in the shop had earlier proven, but the way he responds has Felix blinking in confusion at first, nothing at all like the eager to please fool of a prince he hand encountered back in the academy.]

And you'll do what? [Felix asks, determined to draw upon his anger instead of his confusion threatening to make a mess of everything.] Send me back there like some defective product?

[Dimitri feels a twinge in his chest at the question, that Felix would even have to ask. Guilt? He's definitely uncomfortable, at any rate.]

Surely even you do not think me that sort of monster, Felix. I would not do such a thing.

[He turns his head to look at Felix again, eyeing his bare shoulders pointedly.]

I would, however, make you walk to my quarters. I will not sit in here and have you lecture me.

[Something within Felix just snaps at how patronizing Dimitri is being, not at all helped by the way Dimitri eyes his bared skin as if that would discourage him from anything.

Felix sneers, and despite his better judgment, tosses the cloak back at Dimitri.]

How am I supposed to fathom how a beast's mind works? [He folds his arms, eyes still narrowed at Dimitri, defiant.] Walking like this back to your quarters? You speak as if I have not been through worse.

[Undoubtedly, Felix has been through worse. It's maddening, knowing that he once again failed to protect those most important to him. But Dimitri learned to not cling to his sorrows long ago. Better to hold tight to his anger and let it carry him. That anger is what drives him as he backs Felix into the corner of the hovercar, one hand on his chest to keep him from lunging.

The other hand pinches the tip of one of his ears.]

I should think you would know more about how a beast thinks than I do, [he says before unceremoniously returning to his own corner.]

[The pathetic little mewl that escapes him is downright humiliating, equally if not more so than the fact that he could only lean back and take out what Dimitri has to dish, his ominous words ringing in his ears as he retreats.

The warmth of embarrassment covering him from tip to toe takes the fight out of Felix, leaving him to sulk and lick his wounds. He doesn't make any attempt at conversation past that, stewing in his own corner as busies himself with looking out the window instead, home to a view different from the dump he remembers before he had been stolen away by those people. Shivering slightly as he draws his legs up to keep warm, watching as they fly through the foreign city.]

[Is it bad that he thinks that noise is a little cute? Probably so, but he does anyway. Dimitri is content to sit in silence for a few minutes, only speaking up when Eos tower looms into view on the horizon.]

We are almost there, [he says, turning to face Felix properly and firmly pressing the cloak at him.]

Just follow after me quietly. You can yowl at me all you like once we are in a safer location.

[Dimitri probably won't listen to it, granted, but Felix is welcome to try. He's been itching for a good fight, anyway.]

Don't patronize me.

[But Felix takes that cloak anyway, tucking himself under it as he continues to watch the view, a touch confused as he finds himself unfamiliar with the tall structures that surround them, nothing at all like anything they've ever seen in Fodlan.

Then again, this vehicle isn't exactly familiar either. A little out of his element--considering the sight does not faze Dimitri--he'll be quiet and cooperative as Dimitri guides them to where they have to go, if a bit sulky.]

[Barely a minute later, the hovercar comes to a stop. Dimitri's quick to exit, leading Felix into Eos Tower. The lobby of the tower is beautiful, filled with greenery, fountains, and a ceiling so high up that it's hard to make out any details. Not that Felix would have time to make out many details with the pace Dimitri sets, barreling toward the teleporter and using it the second Felix is in range. There's a brief flash of white, and when it clears, they're in Dimitri's apartment.]

The bathroom is this way if you want to wash the glitter off your skin. You will have to wear some of my clothing for now, though.

[Felix trails after Dimitri not unlike a chick would after a mother hen, hating himself for it but at the same time, struck by the splendor of their surroundings, one that Fhirdiad Castle can't even begin to compare to. He doesn't have time to make certain though, given how fast Dimitri goes.

Thankfully, he's only a bit out of shape as he trails after Dimitri. Just a little. He's panting slightly as they are teleported to Dimitri's apartment, still no less luxurious than everything he's seen thus far.

Still, being babied like this does not sit well with him at all, and he's every bit defiant as he sinks into the couch, not too keen on following Dimitri's directions even if a bath truly sounds good at this point in time.]

Hmph, whatever, [he says, unconsciously perching like a cat would,] don't order me around.

It was a suggestion, not an order.

[...but really, he wants Felix to at least change. Knowing what lies beneath that cloak is far too stimulating. The constant bombardment of sexual imagery is getting to Dimitri more than he would like. No matter how much he harps on about being dead, his body is still alive and all too eager to remind him of the needs he doesn't tend to.

So Dimitri stalks off to his room and grabs a pair of boxers for Felix along with a long-sleeved shirt. Any of his pants would be too long and drag the floor, so this much will have to suffice. If the boxers don't just drop to the ground the second Felix lets go of them. Has he always been this slender? He seems even smaller than Dimitri remembers...]

Here, [Dimitri says, placing both articles of clothing. on the couch near his cranky little roommate.]

[True, but the urge to be contrary continues to stir within Felix, and what has him ignoring the tempting fresh set of clothing, lying down and curling up on the couch instead with his tail between his legs as he tucks himself under the cloak. Using it as a makeshift blanket, he feigns sleep for the moment, thinking to take up this argument again later.

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Once the coast is clear, Felix decides to take the opportunity to explore the suite, far from anything he's ever seen in his life. His nose leads him to a plate of chicken in the kitchen, which he, after a moment's consideration, devours in record time. If Dimitri was intending to have that for himself, he should have known better than to leave it out like that!

He finds the bathroom easily enough, but without any bathing items in it, he wanders off to look for another one. The scent of soap leads him into a bedroom that smells a lot like Dimitri, something he notes with slight distaste before resigning himself to having to use Dimitri's bathroom and supplies.

For however much he groused about it, he welcomes the warm stream of water, very much glad for the opportunity to discard his lingerie and wash the grime off his skin. He takes the time to indulge and towel dry his hair, suddenly feeling the urge to curl up lazily somewhere in the suite once more.

While he manages to deal with the oversized shirt Dimitri gives him, the boxers are quite the lost cause, so he gives up on putting them on and leaves them in the bathroom. Mildly woozy from the heat inside, he staggers out and flops onto Dimitri's bed, curling the same way he did earlier on the couch as lethargy overtakes him once again, prompting him to pass out in this unlikely location.]

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[Though he hasn't been stuck in Tanagura for long, Dimitri's developed something of a routine. He works himself until he's about to pass out, he forces some food down his gullet, and then he drags himself into the bathroom to wash up before collapsing into bed. While it is most assuredly not healthy, it works to keep him from losing his mind even more than he already has. As long as he tells himself that all this downtime will result in him being in perfect physical condition upon his return and thus better able to take Edelgard's head, he can manage.

The routine is so ingrained that he doesn't even really notice Felix as he makes his way into his bathroom for a quick shower. Dimitri runs hot, so he isn't wearing anything save for another pair of tight-fitting boxers when he emerges. If he had remembered that he has company, he would have put on a top as well. The city only repaired his eye and the scar on his face, the rest of his body is still littered with them. Felix staring him down with that judgemental stare as he beholds the evidence of Dimitri's carelessness is not at all his idea of a good time.

Once he's actually crossing the room to go to bed, his gaze finally settles on Felix again. Infuriating, beautiful Felix, wearing his shirt all curled up in a ball. He wasn't sure before, but seeing him here now... this is probably just a dream, isn't it? Dimitri settles down beside him with a curious expression, reaching out to feel the soft fur at the base of those cat ears. What a ridiculous dream.

It's almost pleasant.]

[Felix is so out of it that he doesn't notice Dimitri come in for a shower, but he does notice it when he starts to touch his ears.

His eyes fly open, alert, but a low sound rumbles in his throat, the touch surprisingly pleasant despite the fact that he has every right to be irritated at it.]

...What do you think you're doing? [he asks, curling up some more as he purses his lips in annoyance.]

[There he is. That's the cranky Felix he knows. With a silent huff of amusement, he reaches in to scratch behind both ears before drawing back.]

I should be asking you that question. Surely you can see that this is my bed. If you lack the courtesy to so much as ask me first, then I think indulging my curiosity is fair.

[A pleasured sigh escapes him anyway when Dimitri moves to scratch behind his ears, a pathetic little whine which has Felix's cheeks coloring a healthy pink when he finds himself longing for more of it.]

I didn't ask you to take me here, [he mumbles, ears flattening back,] you'll just have to live with it.

[Well isn't that just adorable? Dimitri mentally files that reaction away for later use. It's tempting to torment him with it... but for now, both of them could probably use some rest.

Provided Dimitri can sleep. He'll try, at any rate.]

I could hardly just leave you, [he says, moving to lie back on the mattress properly with his head resting on one of the pillows. Dimitri reaches out to tap the nightstand and the room grows dark, softly lit by a false sky of stars above them.]

If your ghost were to haunt me as well, I doubt I could endure it.

[Tempting as it is to edge upwards, Felix resists the urge and stubbornly keeps himself by Dimitri's feet. From the corner of his eye he could catch the false sky hanging above them, grudgingly impressed despite himself.

For a while, Felix lets silence hang over them, unsure what to say to that half-compliment, half-ominous statement. Dimitri has never openly talked to him about his ghosts, and for him to do so now...

...It brings to mind another change that Felix isn't sure what to make of.]

...Why do you look like that anyway?

[Bigger. Different. Honest in a way that frightens Felix more than he could have foreseen.]

Like what, exactly? Ahh...

[Dimitri runs a hand down the front of his own torso, the action almost seeming sensual.]

The scars? It is difficult to say. In that dungeon with that sadistic witch, fighting to escape afterward, keeping out of reach for the five years that followed... This much is to be expected.

[Dimitri lifts his head slightly to peer at Felix in the low light with an unpleasant grin.]

You can look at them if you like.

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