Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha leaned back some, just in order to get a better look at Dietre's complexion in the car's darkened interior. "I reckon you can pull off a nice wine real well," he said honestly, and he was fixing to look for burgundy soon as they walked through the door of the store. Wine, it looked real nice with denim and gray, and it was color some. Misha, he knew Dietre didn't reckon himself young. For all that the other boy acted like someone young, having all the tics and tendencies of youth, he sure didn't carry himself young.
"Do you still get money from home?" Misha finally asked, after thinking on it a bit 'fore posing the question. Misha, he still didn't have himself a real good concept of how much living cost, seeing as Damian took care of all them things now, but he knew it was hard, and he reckoned he was even harder on someone real accustomed to having nice things.
But, the next question, that was real easy and Misha answered it without thinking none. "I think that Oliver likes you just how you are, and that goes for whatever you're inclined to wear. But it don't never hurt to dress up nice, even if just for ourselves. I like feeling pretty. It makes my mood better, and it's nice to do nice things for ourselves, ain't it?" The question, it was plenty rhetorical. Dietre, he spent a whole lot of time trying to bend and twist himself, least far as Misha had seen, when it came to boys. "We should find something you like, that feels nice to you. Could be getting out of your regular clothes can feel like a new start, something yours."