You were walking down the halls, a cup of coffee in hand, when you lost your footing and spilled the dark liquid over your white shirt. You dighed, looking sround and funding a supply closet not too far away. You approached it and opened the door, hoping to find something to clean off your shirt. Instead, you were met with the eyes of a man, widening when they saw you. Oh...Hello...Dimitri laughs nervously, watching your expression extremely carefully
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