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"So, survival training sounds fun, what //do// will I have to do?"
Dimo glanced Maxim over, taking in the gold filigrees on his brown vest and breeches, //and the too-whiteness of his shirt, //wondering //and shook his head in disapproval. It was probably the plainest outfit Maxim owned, and yet it was still far too fancy for what Dimo was about to put the boy through. At least Maxim had listened when he said not to dress up. "Are/Iz hyu sure dot's vhat hyu vant to be vearink for dis?" he asked, lips pursed and an eyebrow arched.
"Well." Maxim frowned, puuting his hands on his hips and looking down at himself. "You said not to wear anything I would mind getting dirty
Dimo glanced Maxim over, taking in the gold filigrees on his brown vest and breeches, //and the too-whiteness of his shirt, //wondering //and shook his head in disapproval. It was probably the plainest outfit Maxim owned, and yet it was still far too fancy for what Dimo was about to put the boy through. At least Maxim had listened when he said not to dress up. "Are/Iz hyu sure dot's vhat hyu vant to be vearink for dis?" he asked, lips pursed and an eyebrow arched.
"Well." Maxim frowned, puuting his hands on his hips and looking down at himself. "You said not to wear anything I would mind getting dirty
