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[color=1a7b30][i]'Tch, the[/i] nerve [i]on that woman...'[/i][/color] Dimitri von Aleron sighed in disapproval, left alone to rub his left cheek. This was mostly in a somewhat vain effort to hide the large red imprint of a hand having struck said cheek; were it not for the inside of it being caught on the tip of his enlarged canine fang, the slap itself wouldn't have really hurt in the slightest. Still, it served as source of humiliation for Dimitri. No doubt the other girls in the Art Club would consider Dimitri a bell-end for trying his hand with the student council president of all people... [i]especially[/i] considering all the other guys had preemptively decided they weren't good enough for her.

In any case, there was point in him not showing up just because his pride had taken some damage. He entered somewhat casually for someone who'd taken a bitch slap to the face and, seemingly having taken that in his stride, taken the time to observe what was going on inside the Arts Club. The King of peerage Dimitri was in, Ixveria Naberius, was trading candies with an Amelia Averyonna, who suddenly showed a look of disgust in her eyes the moment she caught sight of Dimitri. It was hard to tell what Amelia ever thought of Dimitri since the two never really got along, although this instance he had to assume that, unsurprisingly, she'd be one of the girls that'd considered him a bell-end for his failed attempt with the student council president. Not wanting to dwell on that incident, Dimitri moved on.

The only other happening of interest was that Auriola, the resident robot, had made a cake, seemingly for a tall, blonde-haired woman that happened to be at her side, and cutting it into slices. One with think that the ridiculously large sword that Auriola had used to cut the cake would strike more of an oddity to Dimitri... but in truth, he was more curious about what was written on the cake itself.

[color=1a7b30]"Welcome... Nora... Ah, new arrival,"[/color] Dimitri noted, recalling there was [i]indeed[/i] meant to be someone having a rebirth day today, and turning to the tall woman that he correctly assumed was the newcomer to the peerage, [color=1a7b30]"Greetings, and welcome to our peerage. Dimitri von Aleron, at your patronage."[/color]

Now that the slap to the cheek wasn't bothering him as much, he used that hand to bow, completing his formal introduction. He was always good with those; they were the [i]one thing[/i] he got right with his first impressions around women. The rest of it was always hit or miss... and in the case of the student council president, it was a very big miss indeed...