Dimitri shrugs off the backpack he's been wearing and slides down the wall, sitting with his legs crossed and his elbows on his knees. The backpack only makes it about halfway to SecUnit on the first push (linoleum has more friction than Dimitri expected). He has to scramble and awkwardly flip it within reach, face scrunched sheepishly, before returning to his spot at a comfortable distance.
If SecUnit opens the bag, it'll find a heavy quilt, stuffed thick with wool and down, with a roaring lion's face in the center and a velvet border of dark pines and blue sky. It's faded, some of the stitchwork beginning to fray, painstakingly repaired by a delicate hand. It smells like cedar, not lavender and chamomile (if SecUnit's sensors are sharp enough: traces of flour and sugar, ginger and dark soil).
Dimitri's voice is muted, carefully monotone in his own way. "I brought a blanket. It's not as heavy as yours, but I thought it might help."
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Dimitri shrugs off the backpack he's been wearing and slides down the wall, sitting with his legs crossed and his elbows on his knees. The backpack only makes it about halfway to SecUnit on the first push (linoleum has more friction than Dimitri expected). He has to scramble and awkwardly flip it within reach, face scrunched sheepishly, before returning to his spot at a comfortable distance.
If SecUnit opens the bag, it'll find a heavy quilt, stuffed thick with wool and down, with a roaring lion's face in the center and a velvet border of dark pines and blue sky. It's faded, some of the stitchwork beginning to fray, painstakingly repaired by a delicate hand. It smells like cedar, not lavender and chamomile (if SecUnit's sensors are sharp enough: traces of flour and sugar, ginger and dark soil).
Dimitri's voice is muted, carefully monotone in his own way. "I brought a blanket. It's not as heavy as yours, but I thought it might help."