Dimitri woke to the sounds of shouting and sat up in his bed with a groan. Despite taking a long hot shower to remove the stench of ghoul from him before going to bed his muscles were stiff and sore from last night's escapades, though the scars on his forearm had thankfully stopped throbbing, meaning there was no infection to worry about. The slayer tossed off his blanket and swung his legs off of his bed as he prepared to gather his things for school. After applying a healthy portion of deodorant and men's cocoa butter to help relieve any linger ghoul scent, Dimitri started to get dressed pausing briefly to glance over toBrutus, who was still sound asleep on his dog bed in the corner. Dimitri's outfit for the day was rather simple: A black tank top, a dark grey long sleeve mock turtleneck, some dark blue jeans, and his black lunar glide +5s. Dimitri spared a moment to eye the running shoes, finding himself momentarily amused with the leopard pattern that cropped up and reflected the sunlight through his skylight whenever he tilted them a certain way. He eventually got over his amusement and gathered up his toiletries before trotting out of his room and towards the bathroom. 

On the way there he noticed the scent of weed wafting through the air, however he ignored the strong smelling herb in favor of paying attention to Jack as he came down the hallway. Dimitri waited until Jack was about to pass him and reached out, placing a large hand on the smaller slayer's chest, "[b]You're riding with me to school today, little man. We've gotta talk about something important.[/b]" He stated plainly before moving on. Despite his usually gruff demeanor, Dimitri was always a tad bit more patient with Jack than he was with the others. He saw a bit of himself in Jack, especially when it came to their mutual "take on all challengers" mindset, though the age gap between them as well as the sound ass kicking Dimitri had received before becoming a slayer had done wonders to temper Dimitri's combative nature. His message passed along, Dimitri stepped intro the rest room and went through the regular routine of brushing his teeth, washing his face, and shaving away the ever increasing stubble on his face. 

When it was over Dimitri whistled loudly and waited for the familiar sounds of nails clacking against hardwood flooring to go downstairs and into the kitchen. "[b]Sup Damien, you look like shit. I think I know what'll set you straight though.[/b]" Dimitri said somewhat off handedly as he walked over to the sliding door and opened it to let Brutus out just as the dog trotted into the kitchen. He waited until the dog was preoccupied with doing his business before he meandered over to the coffee pot next to his brother and pressed the on button, grateful that he'd had the presence of mind to clean and refill it every night. Dimitri sat back and waited, both for the pot to fill with coffee, and to see if the scent of the caffeinated beverage would breath life into Damien.