Dimitri
Dimitri Allen timesugarcoated wrote in laytondressing
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booooreeddd come entertain meeeee,,,

[An overwhelming depression as come over Dimitri Allen. Well, the man finds himself depressed a lot, but usually, he has a kept composure.]

[Today, he is slumped on the couch, his face halfway in a pillow and his hat on the floor. He looks like a mess.]

[If you'd like, you can come cheer him up, he might also be blessed with a heavenly virtue....or he'll sound like Marvin from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.]

["Here I am...brain the size of a planet and they want me to do this?....how depressing...."]


...you look like crap.

[She doesn't look that impressive herself right now. She's got bed-hair, her hat is missing, and she'll just be slumping down next to the couch and laying her head on it.]

Edited at 2012-06-13 08:40 pm (UTC)

I honestly, feel like crap...

[He sighs a bit and leans his face farther into the couch pillow.]

What's even the point? I don't even know why I go on in this place...there isn't a point? Claire doesn't love me, she's just going to run off with Hershel when they realize they're true loves, and if not, this place is going to send me right back home, where I'm alone with my cats....

...why do I even try...?

[He finally looks up at her and sighs again.]

You don't look so great either...

[...if she could be bothered, she'd be offended by that last comment. As is, she just hums a little bit and shuts her eyes.]

Everything's so much effort right now. This place, I think. It made double... nice.

[She reaches out to pat Dimitri's arm a little without opening her eyes, though.]

There, there. Just accept that nobody really loves anyone. Easier that way.

[He just nods and looks up to her again.]

It's true. Just...everything emotionally driven is...is an inconsistent variable. There's no way love is even real. Or happiness..or anything. There just...this state of knowing...

...and it fucking sucks.

It's all so much effort...you're right...is it this place? I don't even...

Hm. Probably this place, yeah.

[She hums.]

S'not so bad, though. When this place... stops this. You can get a lot more done if you don't bother caring.

I don't even want to...I don't want to deal with doing anything...I don't even know why I'm caring...

[He sighs and cuddles the pillow more.]

I bet you've got a lot of things going for you though...there's no reason you should be feeling this way...

Don't bother caring. Come... work with me?

[She shrugs. She's not entirely sure where she's going with this, and she's too tired to really think about it.]

I'll find something for you to do. Later.

[He shrugs.]

I don't have anything to do. I mean...we could work together...but on what? I don't even...

Maybe you could help me take over. I mean, not... now, but...

[He gives a sarcastic noise.]

Over the monocle? Yeah...right....we're already doomed, who knows what a different Layton would do. I don't mean to sound sexist, but even a woman, who in general already has all the power, as women do, might be even scarier...

...men are weak, we're easy. That's the problem...

I can't argue with men being weak.

[She cracks one eye open.]

And of course I'm scarier than double. S'all... the outfit, for him.

It is all the outfit. What are you planning on doing, taking over and such?

Hmm. Make the place more... interesting, I suppose.

Hmm...I'm not sure how much Claire would like that...but I suppose it doesn't matter...soon enough, she's going to forget all about me...

Oh, I'm sure I could... make sure that she's not a problem.

[Suddenly, he gets a little worried, but it also the sloth is taking over too mucn.]

Well, it's not like it matters...I suppose...

Mmm. Quite.

[She shuts her eyes again, curling in to the sofa.] But... later.

I love her so much...I've loved her for so long...but it must have been all a lie...

[He sighs.]

Alright...how are you planning on making the place more interesting?

Poor delusional Dimitri.

[Have another half-hearted pat on the arm.]

Hmm... I had ideas but... s'too much effort right now.

[He takes it as much as he can.]

I am delusional...I don't know what to do......it's all too much effort...

Ahh... just sleep. S'easy.

I need too...I can't...I'm too upset...

...ugh. Upset is effort.

Sleep is ever. Thinking...trying to sleep...I don't even know...

...do you ever feel that way...

...feel what way?

Just....hopeless?

I always feel hopeless? You know what? I blame my parents. I was never good enough for them. I wasn't like my sister, who could do whatever she wanted, and be good at everything. Found the love of her life, has a great family...I'm nothing to them...

You know, I think they've always hated me...

...what were your parents like?

...doesn't matter. They're dead now.

All of my family besides me is dead, come to think of it...

[No comment on whether she was to blame.]

Hmm, you might be luckier...

...my parents won't die. My crazy Spanish mother, and my erratic Russian father...that's the only good of this place, I don't have to deal with those people who pretend they love me...

There's an easy solution to people who won't die on their own, you know.

I suppose if you want to look at it that way...

...I guess I have nothing to lose. They're pointless, my life is pointless, I suppose I could kill whoever....

That's the spirit.

[She hums.]

Once you get used to it, killing is entirely routine.

Hmm...I feel like...that would just be too much...

[He sighs and hugs his pillow tighter.]

Everything is just so...so, wrong. I can't do anything...I graduated the top of my class from university. I was valedictorian...and look what I have become...

[She snorts.]

It's nothing, Dimitri. You'll see.

[He looks up at her and tries to sit up, pretty unsuccessfully.]

This is this place, isn't it? It's making all of us act crazy...Seven Deadly Sins, right? And I got stuck with Sloth. What about you?

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