Fifty-Four: Running Out Of Time.

"It's been a really long time brother." He grinned.

Dimitri’s raucous voice might have been overshadowed by the chaos which ensued in the halls but it was still as clear as day to Oscar. He arched his brows, unconsciously folding in his fists out of anger. He remembered denting Dimitri’s nose a while back and thought he’d at least spend some more time in intensive care.

But somehow, here he was.

And besides the few scars across his face, he was fairing even better than Oscar. “You won’t want to beat me in public” He gritted through his teeth, pushing into Oscar’s chest as he leaped forward. Both their eyes navigated the score of cameras and reporters at each post and corner of the room and then Oscar looked back to the gnarly smile across his lips.

“They’re cameras everywhere.” Dimitri rubbed his hands together.

“There’s no way you would be getting away with it this time if you hurt me” He brushed into his shoulders. “By the way—“ During his brief pause, Oscar threw another look at hi