<span style="color: #BFBFFF">"Make it snappy. I have more for you to do when this is over."</span>Nereus warned. Dimitri's father was not a patient man, or god, rather. His intentions were never clear, but rarely benevolent. Dimitri hated having to be his servant, but it was no matter of choice. He'd been forced to go to incredible lengths to please the god, even causing rifts between loved ones, Dimitri's greatest pillar of security.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">"Yeah."</span>Dimitri replied, a simple answer. Anything else more complex, and the god would get unhappy. Dimitri wasn't afraid of him, but he'd witnessed his wrath firsthand, and wished to avoid it. The demigod held his tongue back, despite wanting to say so many things. He was never any good at lying, and it hadn't grown easy to him to remain silent on his thoughts. Like his partnership here, he had no choice.<br/><br/>The two shared one final look before the god turned into nothing but a puddle, and then dissolved into a sewer drain. Dimitri was left with a relatively disapproving look on his face.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">-----</div><br/><br/>If Dimitri had it his way, he likely wouldn't leave the northeast. The southeast, although it was where he was born, was<span style="font-style: italic">far</span>different when you went further south. Florida wasn't the state for Dimitri, that much was apparent to him. However, where there were people, Dimitri always felt somewhat in place. And where there was water, Dimitri felt even more in place. And there were tons of beaches in Miami.<br/><br/>Dimitri looked very out of place. His sleeves and pant-legs were virtually always long, even now, in the southern heat. Despite the anomaly, Dimitri didn't feel awkward, it wasn't a sensation he'd ever been introduced. What Dimitri did feel was a sense of guilt. He'd never been able to be deceitful or sneaky, it just wasn't a trait he held. But now he had to convince someone to work with him, and Dimitri couldn't bare to stand the thought of dragging another person into what he was in.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080BF">"Mornin'."</span>Dimitri greeted, to several people, but in particular one person he'd been tasked to find.<span style="color: #0080BF">"Listen, I was wonderin', do you have a second?"</span>Dimitri asked, his southern accent in flare like always.. It wasn't in particular a phrase he would greet strangers with. But Dimitri knew he wasn't going to be able to spin a false tale to this person. He didn't even know how much this person knew. All he knew for sure was his name was Desmond.