Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he wasn't the type to be easily offended. He could take a whole lot and not show it, and that was just something learned young and for surviving. He wasn't expecting smiling from Dietre, since Dietre hadn't never smiled to his recollection. So, real agreeable, Misha slid over for Dietre and the dog to enter. He smiled at the bright dog, did Misha, but he didn't get familiar. Misha, he was generally real careful 'round dogs, and he wasn't even real comfortable 'round Titus, though he was a whole lot better than he had been at first.
Once Dietre was situated in the car, Misha told the driver they were headed to the shopping district, and then he sat back and turned some on the seat, just so he could be more open in his posture and when talking to Dietre. He could tell Dietre was being reserved, and he reckoned it had to do with his chatting with Damian, but Misha didn't say a thing 'bout it. It would be for Dietre to bring it up, least that was Misha's plan at present, despite his disappointment in the boy sitting next to him in the car.
Misha, he was looking forward to shopping, and there wasn't nothing negative or reserved 'bout his demeanor as he sat. He even ventured a pat to Sieglinde's head, and then he sat back to enjoy the highway going by. "I'm real fine. Glad to be home again. Can't say I care for being gone much." He tapped the window with his fingers. "You say what you reckon you like wearing, so I can figure where we're best going. There's a whole lot of interesting shops in the Capital, but I reckon most important is you liking what it is you're wearing." Misha, he wouldn't never try to put Dietre in what he, himself, wore.