log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he was dressed real simple, and he didn't have a lick of ulterior motive. He didn't even want to dress Dietre up like nothing specific. He just reckoned it might be good for the boy to go out and find something new to go spray painting 'neath bridges in. He dressed real serious, did Dietre, and he was real serious, and Misha reckoned some lightening might not hurt any. Point is, his intentions weren't awful. Even knowing the things Dietre had said to Damian, and being real upset over it some, Misha's intentions were good. He really wanted Dietre to find himself someone, since finding someone seemed real important to Dietre. Even if it was just a friend, Misha, he was real hopeful for the other boy. As for Oliver, Misha still wanted good things for him, even with how their last interaction had gone. It was real disrespectful, what Oliver had done, but folks did things for strange hurting reasons all the time, and Misha reckoned he wasn't no better. Was a time he'd thought his wings meant he couldn't hurt or sin, and now he knew that just wasn't true any. And it wasn't like he could blame Oliver any for propositioning Damian and wanting to get with him. It was the fact Oliver knew plenty well Damian wasn't single, that was what smarted.
So, covered up and sitting in the back of a real sharp, real decked-out black sedan, Misha shifted on the seat. When he saw Dietre, he pointed. "Him," he told the driver, who was dressed all in black and looking real proper. The divider was down just now, but Misha rolled it on up as the car pulled up beside Dietre. Misha's headbuds, which were in and playing his new obsession, were pulled out and tucked away, but not 'fore he shared the song with Damian's phone real quick.
Then, tucking earbuds into his pocket with the phone, he scooted on over to make room for Dietre to come on in and sit in the sweet cool. "It's real hot out there. Come on in and quick," the boy in the car said, and with a real warm smile and kind plenty. He liked shopping, and he hadn't been fibbing when he said he needed some new things for himself too, and he was looking forward to the bustle of folks and shops. Misha, he liked bustle, and he liked it even more now that he could hear heartbeats and feel glowing again.