Now, some would argue that Dimitri had all of the social graces of a baked potato, and for all intents and purposes they'd be right, however even he knew when something could be considered off by social standards. Something such as his current predicament. Dimitri went ridged when he first felt someone sit close to him, his mind raced to figure out what in the world would possess someone to sit next to him despite other available seats. This perplexity was soon replaced by even more tension and alarm as he felt someone guide his head down onto something soft and begin to stroke his head and neck. He turned his head upwards and stared with wide eyes and pin prick sized pupils at Victorica as his mind tried to process what was happening, failed, then tried again. This seemingly endless loop of comprehension failure was broken when Kalinda sat on his desk and promptly introduced herself. 

Dimitri shuddered a little,'[color=0054a6]What the hell is going on!? Why on earth is she petting me? Oh Death I can't breathe. Breathe Holmes you social trainwreck. Do NOT jump up and scream like a little girl.[/color]'. Rather than heed his instincts and jump clear away from the women in his vicinity, Dimitri slowly removed his head from Victorica's lap and took a deep breath to compose himself. What was the red haired one talking about again? Oh, right, she was introducing herself "[color=0054a6]Holmes nice to Dimitri you meet.[/color]". Realizing his spectacular grammatical failure, Dimitri mentally slapped himself, cleared his throat, and tried once more, "[color=0054a6]Sorry...not really used to talking to people in my age group. U-um...I'm Dimitri, Dimitri Holmes. Nice to meet you.[/color]" He said meekly as he stared down at his hands.