"[b][color=f26522]Take a nap in the broom closet, Dimitri! No one ever goes in the broom closet, Dimitri! 'Cept apparently pops does...[/color][/b]" A large and somewhat tired sounding man said as he meandered towards the "official" HQ for the Justice Society. This man was none other than one Dimitri Mito, fresh from a patrol issued to him by a veteran member that went by the handle of "Geode", or in Dimitri's case, "Pops". The young hero wasn't all too certain whether or not his father actually had the authority as a member to send him out to patrol- send him out using his authority known as fatherhood, sure, but hero wise? Dimitri wasn't certain. It was probably something he would look into when ever he actually got into the mood to do it. '[i][color=f26522]At the very least he could've let me go without my costume on. S'hot as hell out there![/color][/i]' He mused before he began tugging at his helmet to pull it off as he walked. There was a moment of resistance, enough so that it even gave him pause in his stride before the helmet finally came off with a muffled pop, sending the wild crop of dreadlocks that Dimitri sported spilling down onto his face, neck, and back. He shook his head a bit, in an effort to clear his eyes both of the intrusive locks and of the beads of sweat that dotted his face.

Following this Dimitri proceeded to somewhat awkwardly peel out of his jacket- a task that easier said than done considering that A: said jacket lacked a zipper, B: he lacked any means of putting away the helmet, and C: he didn't think to do sensible things like use his quirk and/or stop walking so that he could just set the helmet down and tug the damned thing off. What came of this was bit a clusterfuck: Dimitri found himself with his vision obscured by the jacket as he tugged it over his body and got side tracked with trying to juggle the helmet in between attempts to free his hands. It would have probably been a good point for the hero to stop walking, and yet he persisted all the same. Somehow Dimitri miraculously managed to avoid bumping into the trio that stood before the Justice Society; he did not however avoid walking right into the door. The young hero gave a soft yelp that combined both pain and surprise and stumbled back, landing flat on his rear and freeing his head of the jacket all in one decidedly less than graceful motion.

With the bridge of his nose now sporting a red mark amongst the outcropping of freckles Dimitri let out a soft 'ow' and started sniffling experimentally to ensure there was no bleeding. All the while ignorant of the heroes that stand not more than a few feet away.