[He is soon to learn that Oz speaks quite literally when he says a friend; impossible to deny it when that shadowy figure appears, pulling itself away from the other young man as though he is a part of him, and Dimitri supposes that isn’t too far from the truth. But it is still surprising, to be met with those pinpricks of intense lights acting as eyes, never mind if this is a dream where logic is malleable at best. Dimitri stops, jaw hardening not in distrust but in reflected scrutinization, seeking words even as his new friend begins speaking.]
Him, you mean?
[A sweep of a hand to indicate the shadow.]
Can he speak to me?
[He wonders, and then he wonders if it’s rude to ask in the presence of the “person” he is referring to — but he wonders all the same.]
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Him, you mean?
[A sweep of a hand to indicate the shadow.]
Can he speak to me?
[He wonders, and then he wonders if it’s rude to ask in the presence of the “person” he is referring to — but he wonders all the same.]