forum Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)

Started April 12, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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Elissa twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “I guess that makes sense. Do all of your prisoners get the same kind of treatment?”

"Typically." Dmitri replied with a nod. "I try to make sure there isn't much favoritism, but if someone has specific medical needs, such as being diabetic or something of that sort, we do our best to keep them comfortable."

“Hmm, well I suppose that is decent of you,” Elissa sighed. “And I have to ask, how do you feel when you kill someone? I seriously hope you’re not a trigger happy psychopath.”

Dmitri blinked. "I don't know. I'm not usually the one doing the killing, and each one is necessary or deserved." He replied.

Elissa frowned. “Hmm. So you make your lackeys do the dirty work?” she asked, still trying to see if he was the bloodthirsty monster her mind seemed to make him.

"Not always. Only when I have other things I need to do." He replied simply, shrugging his shoulders.

Elissa couldn’t exactly blame him for that. It wasn’t like killing every person himself was more humane. She was running out of reasons to think he was evil, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “Huh, well that makes sense…”

Dmitri shrugged a little bit. "Yes." He replied simply. "Any other questions?" He asked, arching his eyebrows.

Elissa pursed her lips, annoyed that she was running out of things to ask him. “I guess not.”

Dmitri nodded. "Alright then." he replied, stretching and letting out a breath.

Elissa sat there in silence for a moment. She never expected to be having an awkward moment with Dmitri. If anything, she had expected him to kill her.

Dmitri looked around the cell for a moment, thinking.

Elissa glanced at him for a moment before looking away. Why couldn’t she think of anything to say? “So, how old are you?” she asked awkwardly, though she was a bit curious. He was a feared criminal but he hardly looked older than she did herself.

"Twenty." he replied simply, looking at her again. His blue eyes were the same color as ice, his hair a blonde so pale it was nearly white. That black glove still covered one hand.

“Oh,” she said, blinking. He was scarcely a year older than her. Noticing that he looked young and actually knowing how close their ages were were two different things. “I’m nineteen.”

He nodded a little. "That's what I was guessing. Around there, anyway." he replied, running his right hand through his hair.

Elissa nodded absently. “People used to think I was a lot younger than I actually was, in high school,” she added by way of conversation.

He nodded. "that must have been terrible." He replied, shaking his head slightly.

Elissa laughed. "Sometimes, but it meant I could get away with more," she responded. She wasn't sure if he was mocking her or not.

He hadn't meant it as mockery, even if it had seemed like that. "That is true." he replied.

“They always said it’d be great when I’m older,” she added lightly. “So I better look younger than I am later in life.” She laughed.

"Yeah, well. If ya live that long, it definitely will be." he leaned against the wall, looking at her. His words weren't meant as a threat, though he realized after he spoke that they could be taken that way.

Elissa blinked, glancing over at him. “If I live that long?” she echoed. “I didn’t think you were doing threats right now.”

He blinked. "I did not mean it as a threat. My apologies." he replied, looking at her and cocking his head a little bit.

He was kind of strange, though Elissa couldn’t really say that surprised her. “Oh, well, good.”