Fancy running into you (Gaston)

[Dimitri]

So it was back to running. Drinking had been a bad idea, a bad, bad, bad idea, and the lingering effects had stayed with him for more than a day after. In fact, there was still some consequences of that night that were still lingering in the back of his mind, not to mention the nagging memory loss that went along with them.

Maybe it was better that he didn’t remember the details; he had enough to deal with as it was.

So, yes, back to the running. Dimitri knew he couldn’t run away from his problems, but at least trying gave him something to do besides just wallowing. Of course, it didn’t help that he now had twice the women and therefore twice the problems to run from. Three times that if he counted both Anyas.

His head was starting to hurt just thinking about it.

If any of the things he remembered Door saying while they were drunk were true, he could possibly have a solution to some of these problems, or at least a help, but he just wasn’t ready to face her yet, especially not to ask her help to find his missing girlfriend, or two swap out the new one that didn’t know him for the one who did, or whatever it was she thought her magic friends might be able to do.

He just wasn’t ready to deal with any of it yet.

Turning a corner, his feet thudding quickly and evenly along the path, Dimitri was suddenly sent sprawling onto his back as he rebounded of what felt like a brick wall in the middle of the path.

It wasn’t a brick wall. It was nothing but a blockhead, or at least someone as dumb as a rock. Great.

[gaston]

The park was always full of hot girls. Especially on a day like this, when the sun was shining, and people were out in force to enjoy the warm weather. The usually beautiful park and scenery became one of Gaston's favourite places in the whole, wide, world. The view was just fantastic. All those bikinis. All that skin. And legs. And boobs. This was what was so great about this school. This is what he was here for.

He had stopped in the middle of the path to gaze out at one particularly large-chested, long-legged, flat-stomached blonde as she rubbed suncream into her bare skin. She really was fantastic. Gaston was considering going over and talking to her, imagining what she looked like under that bikini... what it would feel like to... Gaston shook his head as an image of Gwen's hurt, betrayed face came into his head and groaned. Damn her. She had to ruin every good moment he had. He couldn't go and talk to the blonde now, he'd wouldn't be able to do anything without thinking of bloody Gwen.

"Urgh..." He groaned, turning to walk away, the moment ruined, when he felt some complete idiot barrel into him. He barely stumbled, but stood and folded his arms, glaring down at the guy now sprawled on the floor.

"Oi, idiot, do you know who I a... oh, it's you." Gaston scowled at Dimitri. "Idiot."

[Dimitri]

Laying on his back on the ground for a moment, Dimitri closed his eyes and took a deep breath. So much for a relaxing, distracting run. Of all the people to run into, literally, why Gaston?

Oh, who was he kidding? Anyone who actually knew him wouldn’t have been welcome right about now, they just would have been less painful. Door would have been extremely awkward, Arthur and Robin would have asked about Anya and he would have had to explain things. At least with Gaston the guy didn’t give a flying fig about him personally so there was a good chance he would ask no questions and just let him run along on his not so merry way.

“Good to see you again as well, Gaston,” Dimitri replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he rubbed the back of his head a moment before getting to his feet. Brushing some of the dust off his back that he could reach, he then stepped to the side and motioned with a little bow that Gaston should pass. “Don’t let me get in your way.”

[gaston]

"So how's the sexy Anya?" Gaston asked, immediately jumping to the one thing he knew about Dimitri. "Ready to give up on you and go for a real man at last? Tell her my door's always open." He said with a smirk. "And my bed's always available. Especially for her." He grinned.

He frowned at Dimitri as he gestured him past. "I'm good here, thanks," he muttered, turning his attention back to the blonde with the legs. She wasn't where gaston had last seen her, and she looked around for a moment, almost frantically, but she was nowhere to be seen. "Great. Thanks a lot, Russia." He scowled at Dimitri. "I would have totally been in there. You just blew it for me." He glared at the Russian.

[Dimitri]

Oh, right. He really should have seen that coming. Sure, Gaston didn’t care about Dimitri’s personal life, but he was the type of guy that just couldn’t help himself and would get any shot in that he could. So, of course, he had jumped right to making lews comments about stealing his girlfriend. Wonderful.

“Your bed is always available?” Dimitri queried, grinding his teeth. “I’m sorry, Gaston. I didn’t realise you were going through such a dry spell. You mean Gwen didn’t wait around for you while you were gone?”

Gaston wasn’t the only one who could get a good shot in when need be, but while the burly man’s had been unintentionally harmful since he didn’t know the situation, Dimitri’s was meant to sting.

“Oh face it, you didn’t have a chance. If that girl really wanted you she wouldn’t have ran off the moment you were distracted,” he continued to drive the knife deeper. He just wasn’t in the mood for this today; he was miserable and he just wanted to be alone in his misery.