I can't imagine not being a prince, because that's all I've ever been and ought to be. [ dimitri pauses at another electronics store and goes in. it's a computer shop. so many monitors are blank, inviting the person to log in, but he doesn't know how they work. keys are faded, well-used, and nothing about it has the gloss of ... brand new-ness, but somehow he thinks they're all used.
dimitri leans against the edge of a table, staring at sylvain. the electronic sign overhead blares out, make your own adventure in the information highway! and underneath, in block letters, NO DOWNLOADING PORNOGRAPHY. ]
And who I am is a prince. Who 'Dimitri' is, is a prince.
[ he's not a real person! ]
Besides, I am already changing my daily routine. This certainly isn't part of it. [ a sigh. ] And the lack of responsibility isn't part of it, and truthfully, that's more stressful than anything else.
[ what's he gonna torment himself with? his own burdens? he's damn good at that, but he's not sure how to tell sylvain 'i take orders from my dead father, or like, glenn.' ]
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dimitri leans against the edge of a table, staring at sylvain. the electronic sign overhead blares out, make your own adventure in the information highway! and underneath, in block letters, NO DOWNLOADING PORNOGRAPHY. ]
And who I am is a prince. Who 'Dimitri' is, is a prince.
[ he's not a real person! ]
Besides, I am already changing my daily routine. This certainly isn't part of it. [ a sigh. ] And the lack of responsibility isn't part of it, and truthfully, that's more stressful than anything else.
[ what's he gonna torment himself with? his own burdens? he's damn good at that, but he's not sure how to tell sylvain 'i take orders from my dead father, or like, glenn.' ]