The only way your arms could be so noodly they're spaghetti is if— [Taking advantage of their intertwined hands, Dimitri vigorously (but gently enough so as to not accidentally hurt Claude) shakes his arm like a wave, thus rendering Claude's arm into just as much of a wavy noodle.] They were doing this all the time.
[He knows it's not something Claude seriously worries about, but he's just saying! The only way to have real noodle arms is to be like this. Whether Claude had literal spaghetti for arms though or not, Dimitri would like him regardless. Having similar strength or fitness as he does was never something he considered to be a priority in finding someone attractive. Of course, he never really personally felt someone was attractive until Claude anyways... So it all works out regardless!
(Besides, trying to hold someone to the same standard of strength he has would be unfair. He still remembers his parents taking him to the doctor as a child for them to conduct Hanneman's Test after accidentally breaking so many things at home and school. Toys, silverware, tables, playground equipment... Granted, it took a few tries as the pediatrician had to read off a manual to properly run the test having never done so before, but it gave him a sure diagnosis and identification of having the Crest of Blaiddyd. A rarity to be sure, although it was also common knowledge that House Blaiddyd had plenty of branches and descendants outside of the famed King Dimitri.)
But at Claude's suggestion, all thoughts of noodles and strength fly out from Dimitri's head. There's nothing particularly suggestive or illicit about the words themselves, of course, but Dimitri can just tell where Claude is really going with this.]
Oh, um, sure! We can just... play it by ear. I'm still not hungry yet, so I guess for now we can... Pick and movie, and then, uh. Just, you know, relax...
[Is it really worth getting this worked up and nervous when he knows that Claude probably just wants to kiss a bit? Not really, yet it sends his heart racing all the same. Not because of disinterest—after all the times Dimitri struggled not to kiss Claude during their hangouts, he'd love nothing more than to freely be able to do that.
Still, he feels so new to all of this. Claude seems to like the little chaste kisses he's offered, but he's never made out with someone before. He doesn't know how. What if he's not good at it? What if Claude doesn't like it? What if him being a bad kisser makes Claude lose interest in him? Not that he thinks Claude would be so shallow as that, but if he disappoints Claude by being bad at kissing, he'll never forgive himself.
For all his nervous overthinking though, his hand remains tightly entwined with Claude's. He really likes the idea of exchanging affections. He's just also very concerned over whether or not Claude will really like kissing him when he's so inexperienced.]
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[He knows it's not something Claude seriously worries about, but he's just saying! The only way to have real noodle arms is to be like this. Whether Claude had literal spaghetti for arms though or not, Dimitri would like him regardless. Having similar strength or fitness as he does was never something he considered to be a priority in finding someone attractive. Of course, he never really personally felt someone was attractive until Claude anyways... So it all works out regardless!
(Besides, trying to hold someone to the same standard of strength he has would be unfair. He still remembers his parents taking him to the doctor as a child for them to conduct Hanneman's Test after accidentally breaking so many things at home and school. Toys, silverware, tables, playground equipment... Granted, it took a few tries as the pediatrician had to read off a manual to properly run the test having never done so before, but it gave him a sure diagnosis and identification of having the Crest of Blaiddyd. A rarity to be sure, although it was also common knowledge that House Blaiddyd had plenty of branches and descendants outside of the famed King Dimitri.)
But at Claude's suggestion, all thoughts of noodles and strength fly out from Dimitri's head. There's nothing particularly suggestive or illicit about the words themselves, of course, but Dimitri can just tell where Claude is really going with this.]
Oh, um, sure! We can just... play it by ear. I'm still not hungry yet, so I guess for now we can... Pick and movie, and then, uh. Just, you know, relax...
[Is it really worth getting this worked up and nervous when he knows that Claude probably just wants to kiss a bit? Not really, yet it sends his heart racing all the same. Not because of disinterest—after all the times Dimitri struggled not to kiss Claude during their hangouts, he'd love nothing more than to freely be able to do that.
Still, he feels so new to all of this. Claude seems to like the little chaste kisses he's offered, but he's never made out with someone before. He doesn't know how. What if he's not good at it? What if Claude doesn't like it? What if him being a bad kisser makes Claude lose interest in him? Not that he thinks Claude would be so shallow as that, but if he disappoints Claude by being bad at kissing, he'll never forgive himself.
For all his nervous overthinking though, his hand remains tightly entwined with Claude's. He really likes the idea of exchanging affections. He's just also very concerned over whether or not Claude will really like kissing him when he's so inexperienced.]