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[exaltruist]

Who: Dimitri exaltruist & you
What: Coming out of his cave ( and he's been doin' just fine )
When: 4.13 — 4.15
Where: Around; support group & a bodega & Penn
Warnings: Unreality and dissociation a possibility!

04.13 — post-group.

( Getting out, sometimes, is nothing short of a dreadful chore. He'd rather do the dishes, but something pulls and pulls him from his apartment to group. It's his third go since he had his first memory, and the panicky-fear that bubbles up tells him that the more he goes around the others the more he'll remember.

He's not sure what he wants to do; does he stay home, tucked away from the noise and static? Does he go in search of answers and company and free coffee?

His therapist told him opposite action is important. So out he goes.

The group wasn't anything special this time around. He feels laden with more questions than anything else and, above all, a vice around his throat that keeps him from speaking up. With a small, sardonic laugh at his own plight, he takes a sip of lukewarm coffee. )

Oh, God.

( He holds the cup aloft. )

That's bad.

04.15 — bodega.

( Dimitri frequents this one often. It's pretty close by his apartment, and the family that runs it is friendly and warm.

Plus, the cats that stretch and yawn and nap right in the doorway are pretty adorable and full of personality.

He takes his time, crouching down, to scratch a pretty calico's chin. When someone behind him makes a noise he glances back at them and then moves to the side; he was only barely aware he's taking up doorway space like the cat. )

Ah, whoops. C'mere, Milkshake.

( He lifts the cat and rights himself, smiling warmly at the other customer. )

Sorry about that, I don't mean to play gatekeeper.

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