Dimitri gave a sigh that was two parts relief and one part exhaustion as he unlocked the door to his [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFTjhzYAEYQ/UjiM8lVTCjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/LSGGKhkvStc/s1600/hm.JPG]house[/url] and stepped in to be met with a wave of warm air and the scent of cinnamon. Dimitri was dead tired: he'd rode a bus from the train station until he was about seven miles away from his house, then he'd proceeded to walk the rest of the way home, taking a few backroads and shortcuts to reduce the seven miles to about four or five. Even after nearly being burned to death earlier, the prolonged exposure the cold night air without a jacket had made the warmth of the home a welcome relief. "[b][color=00746b]Should've fuckin' drove...[/color][/b]" He complained to no one in particular. He wasn't being serious however, rather Dimitri complained simply for the sake of complaining, knowing full well that actually using his vehicle to get around during a hunt was just asking to be easily tracked down. For a moment Dimitri felt as though he could simply slump to the floor and fall asleep then and there, however the scramble of claws on the wood flooring of the upper levels of the house served to inform him that there were still other things to be done. 

Dimitri walked briskly towards the kitchen -flicking on a few lights as he went- just as Brutus started trotting down the stairs and whining, and was already starting to open the screen door just as the dog reached him. "[b][color=00746b]Hey bud' you been a good boy, yea?[/color][/b]" Dimitri said with a tired chuckle before he patted the rhodesian ridgeback on the head. The dog seemed to beam at the show of affection before bolting out into the darkness of Dimitri's backyard. Dimitri didn't bother watching Brutus. At eighty five pounds -most of which was sheer muscle- and a mean streak a mile wide when it came to intruders Dimitri didn't have to worry about the dog being stolen. He also didn't have to worry about Brutus deciding to relieve himself in Dimitri's patio, pool, or grilling area, as there was a nine by nine foot grassless patch in the furthest corner of his backyard that Brutus had been trained to go to.

With his dog preoccupied, Dimitri sauntered over to one of the countertops and set his weapon down on the cool granite before he walked another four feet and opened his fridge to pluck out a bottle of cider, after which he wasted little time popping off the top and chugging half the contents then and there. His thirst temporarily sated Dimitri moved back over to his weapon and set the bottle down a foot away before exiting the kitchen for a well deserved and much needed shower.