[Felix looking at his hands (perfectly manicured, courtesy of his handlers) does have Dimitri pausing to properly evaluate him, though. He's really... soft. Did they shave his legs? Goddess, he needs to work off some of this tension before actually sparring with Felix.]
...perhaps I will let you train on your own for a little while. You would not make for a proper opponent as you are.
[There. Now Felix will be angry and grabbing his thighs won't be so appealing.]
[Balling his hands into fists, Felix pushes himself to his knees, glowering at Dimitri from this minute height advantage, never mind how it exposes his unclothed lower half.]
I'll catch up to you in no time.
[Big words, but he's determined to make good on them, even if the time he lost thanks to his captivity requires him to double time on this. Not to mention Dimitri's own experiences.]
[That shirt rides up, and as close as Felix is, there's no way he'll miss the way Dimitri's gaze drops. But he's quick to lift it again with a crooked smirk, pushing himself up into the same position.]
In battle prowess, perhaps.
[In height and musculature? Bad news Felix: you're never catching up.]
[Felix gets the implications of Dimitri's statement just fine. Coupled with the way Dimitri sizes him up, he's plenty red in the face when he stands up and hops off the bed, lithely landing on all fours.]
You'll regret underestimating me.
[As he rises to two legs once more, he stalks out of the room. He only remembers his clothing when he's close to out of the door, hurriedly running back to grab them before finishing his exit, pissed at himself for how ridiculous everything looks.]
[Dimitri slips off the bed to saunter after him, grabbing the tray while he's at it.]
Here. The VR room is this way, it will allow you to fight virtual opponents. Once you have fought enough, it will even let you face yourself so that you can better pick out your weaknesses. I imagine it would let you face me as well.
[As much as Felix wants to bite back that he doesn't need Dimitri's help, he really has no idea where to go, so he swallows his pride for the moment and goes to the direction Dimitri points to.]
That's... convenient.
[He tries to keep the enthusiasm off his tone, but it really sounds handy and he can't help but be interested in the prospect.]
It is. I would surely be in jail by now without it.
[Because if he was just sitting around getting weaker, he wouldn't be able to take it! The cries of the dead are only quieted if he's giving it his all, and he would have to seek out real opponents if he couldn't fight virtual ones.
Dimitri leads Felix into the VR room and picks up a small metal headband, motioning for him to come close.]
[Just how much has Dimitri changed? Sighing, Felix shakes his head before inching a little closer, though stops short when Dimitri presents the metal headband. He hesitates visibly before stepping closer, reasoning to himself that it probably isn't anything dangerous considering it's in Dimitri's room. Even if it looks similar to some of the tools his handlers used on him.
[Though Dimitri's mannerisms now leave much to be desired when compared to the sweet boy he once was, his touch is still gentle as he parts Felix's hair, carefully affixing the headband behind his ears. He lingers for just a moment before drawing back, moving to the VR console to start it up.
And just like that, it's like they're back in the training yard of the Fraldarius estate. It's a setting that Dimitri finds comforting, though he'll never admit to Felix that it's an image that was built from his own memories and not Felix's.]
There. Just speak with this console here and it will walk you through everything. I will leave so that you can get changed.
[Being thanked by Felix, no matter how begrudgingly, feels strange. But it's also... nice. Dimitri pauses at the door, peeking back at him.]
...call me on your palm reader if you need anything else.
[For now, he'll be leaving the apartment so that the can be absolutely certain he has privacy. Even now, he cringes to think of Felix barging in on him doing something so shameful. At least he doesn't have to press his face into the pillow to keep quiet like they're back at the academy.]
[Felix simply lets out a grunt of acknowledgement at that, finally turning his attention to the machine when Dimitri exits.
It's a lot easier than he thought, and eventually he gets into training. None too happy to confirm that his captivity, indeed, had an effect on his output, he throws everything he has into warming up, sticking to simple exercises for now lest he strain himself unnecessarily.
Breaks are a part of it, of course. And while water is easy enough to figure out, the food printer is a lot more questionable, and upon learning that there are some permissions associated with it, Felix sighs and gives up, throwing himself back to training once more.
By the time Dimitri returns, Felix is decently exhausted, laying on the couch by the apartment's landing point, a healthy flush across his cheeks as he curls up sleepily, waiting for Dimitri to come back. Instead of donning his own clothes, he's decided to pick off another of Dimitri's shirts for the occasion, giving up on trying to get his pants to fit right given his new tail. And much as he wants to burn the lacy number he came in, it's still better than nothing, so he decides to wear it again under the oversized shirt he has stolen from Dimitri's closet.]
[Try as he might, Dimitri can't keep Felix entirely from his thoughts as he attempts to purge his unfortunate attraction. It's not the first time he's thought of him in that situation, but it is the first time in years. It seems his feelings for Felix aren't any easier to toss aside than his feelings for Edelgard... how pathetic.
He'll be looking quite cranky when he reappears in the entryway, though he does tilt his head at Felix curiously when he sees him once again stealing his clothes. It's a cute image, Felix all curled up on the couch with those long legs drawn up near his chest. Dimitri approaches, shooting Felix a questioning look without actually verbally asking him why he's swiping his clothes again.]
[...wait. That statement is entirely too revealing and Dimitri is going to barrel on as if it means nothing.]
Still, would it not be simple enough to just turn them around and thread your tail through the fly? Though I do suppose I can afford the clothes... that agent was frightened enough that they sent me some vouchers.
[Felix's eyes bulge for a moment before they rest back into his usual frown, throwing a dirty look that he maintains as Dimitri suggests how exactly he could try fitting into his pants.]
Then get onto it. Or I'll go look for a job on my own.
Are you permitted to have one? That would be convenient... Elites are expected to lounge around uselessly and aren't paid if we decide to work. Some of their teleportation systems are still functional, but since they are mostly in use to bring in food and necessary goods, tickets off-world have to be bought. I have been trying to spend as little of the stipend as possible.
[...but with two mouths to feed, there's no way he's leaving before the year is up regardless. Dimitri can't just leave Felix here, not even when he's fully become the beast Felix so feared.
He holds a hand down to Felix.]
Come. I will have the closet scan you so that it can print clothing in your size.
[Midas. Is it really safe for Felix to be going there alone? Dimitri's stomach does an uncomfortable flip at the thought of what might happen to him there. He swallows hard, closing his hands into fists as he starts to make his way back to the closet. Dimitri waves toward a glowing platform once they're there.]
[And Felix does, blinking in confusion when asked to strip. Well, that makes sense, he supposes. Without further ado, he takes off Dimitri's shirt and sets it aside, waiting for the closet to finish taking his measurements.]
Not sure what kind of jobs might be there, but it would not hurt to look.
[Oh. That's unexpected, but he can just avert his gaze. They've been in the bath house together before, this isn't a big deal...
But he can see it out of the corner of his eye. Black lace. Unable to believe that Felix would wear that getup voluntarily, Dimitri glances over and catches an eye full. Reddening, he looks off pointedly to the side again.]
Why would you ever wear that without being made to? Does it not itch?
[The judgemental tone is familiar, but there's just enough of a hint of actual curiosity to have Dimitri flustering. He folds his arms tightly across his chest and turns his back, shoulders visibly tight with tension.]
I was unaware that you cared about my opinion on that sort of thing. If you must know, no, I do not.
[He doesn't like that Felix was forced to wear it, and he loathes the reminder of the people who made him do so.
As for how it looks, he hates how distracting it is, so he sounds truthful enough as he huffs out an answer.]
[Those words get Felix to finally glance Dimitri's way, the bite of them unfamiliar as he narrows his gaze at that turned back.]
Then go buy me something new if it's that much of an eyesore, [Felix replies bitterly. Strange how it stings to know that it's something that isn't up Dimitri's alley, for however demeaning it is.]
[Felix... doesn't sound happy about it. That's not the reaction he expected, and it's enough of a surprise he's able to look over his shoulder and make eye contact without flinching.
His cheeks are still pink, though.]
You want me to dress you like you are actually my property? How unlike you.
[Dimitri pulls his palm reader out of his pocket and holds it up to the scanner, uploading the vouchers.]
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[Felix looking at his hands (perfectly manicured, courtesy of his handlers) does have Dimitri pausing to properly evaluate him, though. He's really... soft. Did they shave his legs? Goddess, he needs to work off some of this tension before actually sparring with Felix.]
...perhaps I will let you train on your own for a little while. You would not make for a proper opponent as you are.
[There. Now Felix will be angry and grabbing his thighs won't be so appealing.]
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[Balling his hands into fists, Felix pushes himself to his knees, glowering at Dimitri from this minute height advantage, never mind how it exposes his unclothed lower half.]
I'll catch up to you in no time.
[Big words, but he's determined to make good on them, even if the time he lost thanks to his captivity requires him to double time on this. Not to mention Dimitri's own experiences.]
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In battle prowess, perhaps.
[In height and musculature? Bad news Felix: you're never catching up.]
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You'll regret underestimating me.
[As he rises to two legs once more, he stalks out of the room. He only remembers his clothing when he's close to out of the door, hurriedly running back to grab them before finishing his exit, pissed at himself for how ridiculous everything looks.]
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[Dimitri slips off the bed to saunter after him, grabbing the tray while he's at it.]
Here. The VR room is this way, it will allow you to fight virtual opponents. Once you have fought enough, it will even let you face yourself so that you can better pick out your weaknesses. I imagine it would let you face me as well.
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That's... convenient.
[He tries to keep the enthusiasm off his tone, but it really sounds handy and he can't help but be interested in the prospect.]
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[Because if he was just sitting around getting weaker, he wouldn't be able to take it! The cries of the dead are only quieted if he's giving it his all, and he would have to seek out real opponents if he couldn't fight virtual ones.
Dimitri leads Felix into the VR room and picks up a small metal headband, motioning for him to come close.]
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[Just how much has Dimitri changed? Sighing, Felix shakes his head before inching a little closer, though stops short when Dimitri presents the metal headband. He hesitates visibly before stepping closer, reasoning to himself that it probably isn't anything dangerous considering it's in Dimitri's room. Even if it looks similar to some of the tools his handlers used on him.
He'll trust Dimitri on this, for now.]
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And just like that, it's like they're back in the training yard of the Fraldarius estate. It's a setting that Dimitri finds comforting, though he'll never admit to Felix that it's an image that was built from his own memories and not Felix's.]
There. Just speak with this console here and it will walk you through everything. I will leave so that you can get changed.
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[Felix turns to the console, though before he speaks to it, he takes the time to mutter something under his breath;]
...Thanks.
[It's begrudging, but less than ideal as this set up is, it's still better than being stuck in that circus he was being kept in.]
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...call me on your palm reader if you need anything else.
[For now, he'll be leaving the apartment so that the can be absolutely certain he has privacy. Even now, he cringes to think of Felix barging in on him doing something so shameful. At least he doesn't have to press his face into the pillow to keep quiet like they're back at the academy.]
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It's a lot easier than he thought, and eventually he gets into training. None too happy to confirm that his captivity, indeed, had an effect on his output, he throws everything he has into warming up, sticking to simple exercises for now lest he strain himself unnecessarily.
Breaks are a part of it, of course. And while water is easy enough to figure out, the food printer is a lot more questionable, and upon learning that there are some permissions associated with it, Felix sighs and gives up, throwing himself back to training once more.
By the time Dimitri returns, Felix is decently exhausted, laying on the couch by the apartment's landing point, a healthy flush across his cheeks as he curls up sleepily, waiting for Dimitri to come back. Instead of donning his own clothes, he's decided to pick off another of Dimitri's shirts for the occasion, giving up on trying to get his pants to fit right given his new tail. And much as he wants to burn the lacy number he came in, it's still better than nothing, so he decides to wear it again under the oversized shirt he has stolen from Dimitri's closet.]
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He'll be looking quite cranky when he reappears in the entryway, though he does tilt his head at Felix curiously when he sees him once again stealing his clothes. It's a cute image, Felix all curled up on the couch with those long legs drawn up near his chest. Dimitri approaches, shooting Felix a questioning look without actually verbally asking him why he's swiping his clothes again.]
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I can't fit in my pants anymore.
[As if to punctuate his point, his tail swishes in the air, curling slightly.]
I'll be needing some new clothes.
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[...wait. That statement is entirely too revealing and Dimitri is going to barrel on as if it means nothing.]
Still, would it not be simple enough to just turn them around and thread your tail through the fly? Though I do suppose I can afford the clothes... that agent was frightened enough that they sent me some vouchers.
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Then get onto it. Or I'll go look for a job on my own.
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[...but with two mouths to feed, there's no way he's leaving before the year is up regardless. Dimitri can't just leave Felix here, not even when he's fully become the beast Felix so feared.
He holds a hand down to Felix.]
Come. I will have the closet scan you so that it can print clothing in your size.
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I don't see any rule against it.
[While he does not take Dimitri's offered hand, he does nod and prepare to follow Dimitri.]
There's apparently some around Midas.
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[Midas. Is it really safe for Felix to be going there alone? Dimitri's stomach does an uncomfortable flip at the thought of what might happen to him there. He swallows hard, closing his hands into fists as he starts to make his way back to the closet. Dimitri waves toward a glowing platform once they're there.]
Just step right here.
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Not sure what kind of jobs might be there, but it would not hurt to look.
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But he can see it out of the corner of his eye. Black lace. Unable to believe that Felix would wear that getup voluntarily, Dimitri glances over and catches an eye full. Reddening, he looks off pointedly to the side again.]
Why would you ever wear that without being made to? Does it not itch?
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[Felix stretches, unaware of Dimitri's dilemma as he fixes his gaze on the far side of the closet.]
...You don't like it?
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I was unaware that you cared about my opinion on that sort of thing. If you must know, no, I do not.
[He doesn't like that Felix was forced to wear it, and he loathes the reminder of the people who made him do so.
As for how it looks, he hates how distracting it is, so he sounds truthful enough as he huffs out an answer.]
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Then go buy me something new if it's that much of an eyesore, [Felix replies bitterly. Strange how it stings to know that it's something that isn't up Dimitri's alley, for however demeaning it is.]
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His cheeks are still pink, though.]
You want me to dress you like you are actually my property? How unlike you.
[Dimitri pulls his palm reader out of his pocket and holds it up to the scanner, uploading the vouchers.]
Just pick whatever you like from the vouchers.
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