Who: Dietre and Roman
What: Stuff? Awkward hanging out.
When: Wednesday.
Where: Chevenksy household.
Status: In progress
Rating: PG?



Dietre led a lonely existence. The art of building and maintaining a social life was a mystery to him, any and all attempts he made had always been stressful, embarrassing blunders. Even so, it was hard not to yearn for someone to talk to. Whenever he felt particularly sorry for himself he went to see Frau Chevensky. She was the only tie to his mother that he had left, and their ever so faint family resemblance was comforting. She was the only person he could be sure of that genuinely liked him. He had a feeling that Roman most likely just tolerated his presence because they were related and his mother was fond of him.

D spent the morning being fussed over, steadfastly ignoring the fact that his own mother had never really been quite as...motherly in the same way this distant relative was. Frau Chevensky went through her usual list of complaints and demands over how he should take care of himself better, the repetitiveness brought him a pleasing sense of familiarity. Dietre thought it was nice to be nagged at.

After being forced to make promises that he'd shape up, he was coaxed into talking about whatever he had been up to lately. It was never very much, but today he actually had a tiny bit of news. He had seen that girl Roman used to be with a few years ago while he had been out walking the other day. Frau Chevensky had seemed quite interested when he brought it up, particularly when he mentioned how the girl had had a baby with her. Poor Dietre didn't realize he was gossiping, he was just glad to have something to talk about.