Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha's dislike of dogs, it wasn't nothing to do with Sieglinde. Titus, he was real well behaved, and Misha still started 'round him more often than not, and he understood it was all his own fears and nothing to do with the animal. He was better with the kitten, seeing as the kitten was small and there weren't no bad associations from his childhood with kittens any.
Misha, he was more comfortable 'round the clothing, and he brightened real evident when Dietre seemed to like the shirt held up for him to see. "It's light fabric, so it should be good for nighttime," he said of the shirt's long sleeves. "Oliver likes green." Misha didn't associate Oliver with any color in particular, but he reckoned Dietre remembering the green meant it was a color Oliver was real fond of. He didn't say nothing 'bout Dietre noticing something so small, on account of Misha knew real well that folks noticed things in those they were interested in. Real small things, they came into bright focus, and Misha reckoned it was real normal. But he didn't reckon Dietre would like him saying so, and so he kept the thinking to himself.
"You just don't worry any 'bout the price," Misha said immediately. He didn't think the words through any. He just wanted Dietre to have himself a nice time, and so the offer was made smiling and with a nod. "It ain't a thing to fuss over," he added, in case Dietre was inclined.
"You go try it on, and grab some of them dress jeans on the way. And them tan trousers," he added, motioning to a rack near the dressing room. "I ain't certain I know Oliver better than you, but I will say if it suits you. Go on, honey."