The flash of delight softens the edge of Dimitri's nerves. Ossie wouldn't, but on some level he'd still expected ... he's not sure. A reminder, sharp or gentle, that this isn't for him -- that he's not allowed; that pretty, silly things are forbidden to him; that he's ever and always the guard dog at the door, and never one of the dancers inside.
He's not sure how to face the idea that he could be.
"Well -- if I'm to attend, I should get into the spirit of things, shouldn't I?" he says, now very red. He's not ready to go change immediately. He needs to work up to it. "Though I'm still not really sure I understand."
He sets the box down to pick up a jam biscuit, more to fidget than because he's actually hungry, and visibly starts when he reaches the jam center.
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Date: 2023-03-02 09:54 am (UTC)He's not sure how to face the idea that he could be.
"Well -- if I'm to attend, I should get into the spirit of things, shouldn't I?" he says, now very red. He's not ready to go change immediately. He needs to work up to it. "Though I'm still not really sure I understand."
He sets the box down to pick up a jam biscuit, more to fidget than because he's actually hungry, and visibly starts when he reaches the jam center.