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Bianca was, without a doubt, a woman of many words. It was a stark contrast to Dominik’s own usual character, though not one that he didn’t welcome; she seemed animated, clearly very chipper in demeanor and eager for conversation...and the Slovene was just as content to listen as she was to speak. He took another lofty drag on his cigarette, drawing the cherry nearly to the filter, and reflected for a moment over her insight into the subject of vices,

”Mhm,” He breathed, pushing another cloud of smoke into the air beside him,”I guess that’s true.” The answer would likely be satisfactory despite how shallow it was, how vague and devoid of real meaning. After all, Dominik couldn’t exactly add any personal garnish to the idea; he didn’t really love anyone, terrible as it might seem, and therefore lacked the ability to pull any personal emotions or memories out of her words. He liked Gasper...tolerated his own habits; the cigars, his affinity to woman and simultaneous aversion to commitment...along with his total lack of parenting skill. Does that count?, he wondered idly, pulling a bit more life from the marlboro angled between his fingertips and again relinquishing the smoke in a direction away from Bianca’s face.

A smile...acutely faint, but sincere, wafted over his features at her admission to being new, ”Yeah? Me too; I arrived maybe...an hour ago, I’d guess.” Time had been hard to keep track of, now that he really considered it; minutes seemed to both linger and whiz by, melding together and forming what was all and all a very confusing recollection of his arrival at the house. Maybe that fact should have sparked alarm in Dominik, but he instead found himself far more interested in what Bianca went on to say. The group he’d alluded to earlier was starting to move steadily towards the porch, and the girl that led them offered a cheerful wave, which the young man mimicked half-heartedly. Bianca was right...even from this distance, he could tell that she was quite attractive, though he didn’t miss the unusual whimsy which laced her statements about the woman. His olive-hued gaze slipped to her, curious, trying to gauge at the almost intimate feelings which seemed to linger behind her statements. Perhaps he was reading into things too deeply...though, whether he was or not, it wasn’t really his business. Nor was it in his usual nature to press the matter or verbalize any questions pertaining to it. Instead, Dominik kept to his vague manner of responding to her, gaze turning back to those on the beach,

”Yeah, she’s pretty...and I’m sure just as nice as you say.” When she pinpointed the others he only nodded, recognizing Dmitri as the man he’d passed on his way into the house. The ‘crunch’ which permeated from the apple as Bianca took a bite from it brought his attention back to her in full, and he returned the cheerful smile she threw at him- though Dominik’s, in accordance with his usual mannerisms, was much more demure... granted, not at all hollow or unfriendly. She was certainly a spirited young woman, he mused, and not in a suffocating way either.

”You’re fine,” He said in response to her apology, again offering a casual wave of his hand, as if to bat her doubts away ”And...eh, no friends to speak of. Not yet, anyway.” The last bit was said with nonchalance, partnered with an equally careless shrug, ”I haven’t been here very long though, and everyone seems quite friendly...or, at the very least, interesting.” Friendly wasn’t the best way to describe some of the people he’d met already...though that didn’t equate to him disliking them. Indeed, Cissa had proved herself a very entertaining person in his eyes...and she’d certainly not achieved it through being overly friendly. Quite the opposite, really- though her ire fell where it was deserved, as far as he could tell. Bianca turned to wave at Bella for a moment, and when her sight drifted back to him he took notice of the absence of light in her eyes. It was...odd, because her smile seemed rather genuine, and his mind immediately chalked the odd coloring up to her mutation. Granted, doing that only made him wonder what the nature of it was- but asking that question would only result in him having to explain his own abilities...and then he’d be back amidst constantly revisited topics which made him feel something like a broken record. Name, team, mutation; all answers he’d likely have to sift through numerous times before the trip was through...and, at present, he wasn’t in the mood to do so, and thus quelled his curiosities about the odd flecks of darkness dappling within the girl’s irises.

She asked him if he’d like to meet the woman, Bella and, seeing no reason to deny the invitation, Dominik nodded. But then Bianca moved to hinder a yawn...and the act drew the Slovenian’s own awareness to how tired he was starting to feel. Thus, her resulting invitation to join her once she moved to sit on a nearby bench was eagerly accepted...though the said eagerness likely wasn’t so apparent to her, as he only muttered a mere, ”Sure.” in response.

Even as Dominik sank into the seat beside the girl, he felt his eyelids growing heavy, and brought a hand to his face to rub at them. If she’d meant the invitation to be in any way flirtatious, the young man didn’t catch on to it. His focus had tapered with his growing exhaustion. The cigarette in his hand had burned out, and he ashed it lazily on the arm of the bench before tossing it into an abutting trash bin. ”It’s been a long day.” He muttered, eyes scanning the horizon, lids falling half-mast in protest to the encroaching sunlight. It felt suddenly like it should be evening already, ”It’s early in the day but I’m still worn out. I guess the flight took something out of me.” And then, despite his inward aversion to the subject overall, Dominik’s curiosity finally won out, ”So, what team are you on? I’m an Omega.”