Re: Quicklog: Dinner and company
“Hn.” A noncommittal sound. The people were nice, yes, but Dietre still found it hard to fit in. The carnival folk were like a close knit family, a thing he had no experience with. And there were just too many of them around at once. Groups were to be avoided, Dietre preferred dealing with people one at a time, anything more was simply overwhelming.
“N-no, I’ve never met him. I only know his name…” He wasn’t sure if they’d really be roommates. Flatmates, maybe? He’d never had an actual roommate, not in college, not even at Quiet Home. His father had paid for him to have his own room each time, one of his tiny mercies. “I don’t particularly like living with people, I don’t think… I don’t really know.” Thinking back, he hadn’t really ever lived on his own until he moved into this house, and some might say it would be a stretch to say he was alone because the other carnies lived so near. “But if we became friends, that would be ‘good different’, I think.” Optimism was not his strong suit.
“He is one of Misha’s friends. So… if he is at least half as nice as you, I’m sure I’ll be alright.” It seemed he tried a smile to accompany the compliment, only he had to bite his lip to still a sudden quiver. Acknowledging Sadie’s kindness make him realized how touched he was by it, and in the mood he was in now, it did not take much for him to get emotional. The spoon rattled against his bowl as he ate, he was shaky, weak, and tired. He had to swallow hard to get his food past the lump that kept trying to reform in his throat.
“I hope he likes music.” Who didn’t, though? Really? Dietre made a mental note to make sure to get headphones to plug into his keyboard in case his playing might be considered annoying.