TL;CR MEME

[gatonina]

1. Comment with your character.
2. Receive comments from others.
3. Reply to their comments with long ballads and explanations of your characters' relationship throughout the game.
4. Suffer as we have suffered over your CR.

Comments

[overruns]

linguini bro.......

[swordflash]

linguini major . . .

Dimitri left a pleasant first impression by immediately agreeing to protect Zenitsu, who was surprised by the willingness to go along with his blubbering request. But he would take it! Even better, they were assigned as roommates, though he was frankly baffled by the collective desire to deface—excuse him, improve—their door by altering the t-rex into a dragon. Dimitri’s priorities were strange, though not disagreeable after that agreement on the first day. At least dragons were cool.

True to his word, Dimitri did look out for him, if in more ways than initially expected. Zenitsu was grateful for the opportunity to learn the art of dancing, though he was once again puzzled by the remark about being envious of his musical talents. Having read the boarding passes and realizing what a lofty character Dimitri was, he thought it was ridiculous to be envious of someone like himself. It seemed to him that, certain questionable qualities written on the boarding pass aside, Dimitri was a rather enticing catch for single girls between his looks and personality as of then.

Then Dimitri said that he regretted adding to his suffering by separating before the first curfew, and he was surprised. Even if their separation had distressed him, that hadn’t been Dimitri’s fault, per se. This guy had a tender heart, didn’t he? A lot of important things were said in this conversation. Dimitri asked if he intended to continue staying behind, which put him on the spot, before saying that intent didn’t excuse action in demonstration of a powerful sense of responsibility—and perhaps too much accountability.

He was always being looked after by Dimitri, which made him feel worse when he ran out of the cabin before curfew on the week he was in love with Asch. For all his despicable behavior that night, his cabinmates still received him when he came shuffling back the next day. Dimitri even brushed his bangs aside to inspect his eyes after he told them about his curfew effect, and he noted the genuine concern behind the gesture. Taking care of him shouldn’t have been such a big obligation when the agreement was struck between two strangers on a bus, yet their promise was being taken so seriously; there was never a moment when he was made to feel insignificant.

Dimitri was a hard worker who never complained about putting in the effort, whereas Zenitsu was prone to whining and giving up after so much as a thought of perceived inconvenience. The former was stalwart, likable, and respectable; making it all the worse when a memory led his crushing his tea—but, boy, if his classmate wasn’t an idiot. Extra respect points were dished out for taking one of Lili’s morning glories before the rest were thrown out at Ookurikara’s behest.

The time he helped Dimitri with flowers was probably when he was the most comfortable in his own skin, and thus chatty in a way that didn't entail screaming or crying. It was a good opportunity for bonding where he was able to give instead of take in their relationship all the time.

Then he died. At least that was one burden off Dimitri’s broad shoulders.

And then Dimitri died! That was terrible. Zenitsu couldn’t believe it. He still couldn’t believe it when Dimitri’s first words to him were those of relief upon seeing that he was all right (for all intents and purposes). It was more concern and care than he deserved after failing to contribute anything to the competition’s end. He’d been waiting by the hammocks for Dimitri’s appearance, though, because he wanted to return at least a fraction of the care afforded to him when he’d been properly alive by helping him settle into Campsco, where Dimitri definitely did not deserve to be.

Yin Yu said that everyone in the graveyard had someone to go back to on the other side. While Zenitsu didn’t think he had anyone—nor was he certain if Dimitri felt that way about anyone—by this point he knew that Dimitri was truly loved by at least one person and also wanted to do everything in his power to return him to that loving company.

After the killers outed themselves, they talked about the night he died. He was genuinely surprised that Dimitri even wanted to know, though he supposed that, if anyone would have wanted to know, it would’ve been him. A compassionate person would’ve asked the same of everyone. Dimitri cared enough to give the dead a voice after they had to accept the announcement in silence; he didn’t sweep what had happened aside, and even voiced his own struggle to forgive Zenitsu’s killers. While Zenitsu struggled to grasp Dimitri’s perspective on the matter, because he really thought that his death was his fault for being weak, he was deeply moved and equally shattered by the assurance that it hadn’t been his fault due to his inability to believe it.

Dimitri was bleeding heart, through and through. He could also bare himself, yet still appear strong in spite of his admissions. Zenitsu, in contrast, was averse to baring himself completely and felt that he’d already wasted enough of Dimitri’s time, which was why he focused on his desire to help everyone reunite for a unified departure. When asked for help to see the competition to its end, he felt so empowered by the humble request that he almost cried on the spot. Everyone had always talked about working together while nudging him to step it up, but nobody had ever asked him so plainly for help as if he were already enough. Dimitri saved him that day—Zenitsu understood then that this was someone who truly deserved all the love pointed his way.

Of course, it didn’t unload his baggage or fix him overnight. But he had some semblance of confidence in his ability to effect change again, small though it was. He was somewhat cooperative during group training, because he did want to help out despite deep-seated reservations about his competence. Then Spin the Bottle happened and he was more horrified about spitting his drink all over Dimitri than he would ever admit.

In terms of people who weren’t considered mentors and more along the line of friends, Dimitri was among those Zenitsu respected the most for his endearing honesty and tenderness.