Dimitri smiled shyly at the redhead's wave, although he had a feeling that would tell Silos that someone was behind him. So he prepared himself for the raised voice, but that didn't stop him from flinching at first. He still wasn't used to all of his energy, but Silos meant well. When the other complained about the toaster struedle, Dimitri simply tore it in two and handed a piece to Silos. "Share." Was the only word he said, albeit a whisper so quiet he barely heard it himself.<br/><br/>Then Silos introduced the redhead to him, although he couldn't help but blush when the dark haired boy called him sweet. When Silos leaned forward, Dimitri stuck his hand out for wally to shake but pulled back when he noticed the wind breaker and shirt pulled back on his arm, revealing an ugly hand shaped bruise.<br/><br/>He didn't want to think about it but, his mind disobeyed him as the memory of the night before flashed in his head. His father had come home drunk, a normality for the past six months, just when Maria had said something to excite the boy. "Tomorrow's school right, you'll get to see Silos again." Dimitri couldn't hide the embarrassed yet happy blush on his face and said, a little louder than he normally would, "Yeah, I hope this is a good year. I'm planning to try and meet more people and talk more." However, that's when his dad walked in yelling, "Eh! Shit fer' rains. Whaddit I tell yuh 'bout talkin'!" before gripping the boy by his forearm, before punching him in the gut. After that, the beating was brutal, he heard Maria try to stop his father but all that earne her was the black eye she was sporting this morning. He was amazed he was even able to move this morning, let alone run all the way to school.<br/><br/>Dimitri had already memorized his schedual but kept it in his satchel in case Silos wanted to compare, it was a good thing too.