Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Dietre saw nothing amiss with the way Misha spoke to the salesgirl. He had done similarly once upon a time, and of course that was the way his father spoke to everyone. The man only had to say something once and it was so, his word was law. How Misha did it wasn’t really the same, though, the boy had a warmth to his voice that kept him from sounding rude or overly commanding. There was no resentment in the salesgirl’s eyes when she nodded, she even smiled at the boys before moving to the register.
“I’ll buy the next outfit.” A promise that proved that he was still worried about taking advantage of his shopping host. “Thank you, Misha…” He almost smiled at the thought of a new Dietre, it was something he always wanted but didn’t really think possible. Any sort of change would be welcome, as he thoroughly hated the current Dietre, as well as the past Dietre, and quite a few of the potential future Dietres too. They were all awful, and none of the good things Nilus or Liam said about him could stick, their compliments just felt untrue, so misguided.
Ducking back into the fitting room, Dietre quickly changed back into his own clothes, emerging with the chosen outfit folded carefully over his arm. The tan pants were placed on the reject rack, untried.
“What was Oliver like before?” he asked once he rejoined Misha. “You said he’s different. So what was he like two years ago, when you were together?”