Dietre Abendroth (dietre) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-09-10 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | september 2010 |
Who: Dietre and Hunter.
What: Birds of a feather flocking together?
When: Saturday.
Where: Music store (Does it have a name?)
Rating: Low.
Status: In-Progress. (Hope you don't mind me throwing this up while you're not around, Joan!)
No matter what seemed to happen in his life, eventually, it all fell back into the same routine in time. Ignored by his parents by day, cowering in fear by night, constant exhaustion, endless empty hours... His pool of options for spending his time was small. With school having started again he couldn't play piano as often as he liked, so inbetween classes he created music in his head, writing it down to be played later. This meant he went through twice as much sheet music as usual, and so needed to stock up more often. Going to the music shop was just another part of the ever repeating loop that was his existence.
One good thing about today was that the heat of summer was finally retreating. Dietre preferred cool fall weather more than any other kind, and honestly couldn't wait until it got cold enough to need a jacket or coat. He liked being safely encased in layers of clothing, it was comforting somehow.
Dietre was a familiar face at the music shop, he went about once a week if he could, even if he didn't actually need to buy anything. He always went on foot, and lately he came accompanied by a large, somehow ominous looking (if an animal could be described as such) black dog. The wolfish thing would sit outside and wait for the boy until he was done. Sometimes it would disappear off somewhere though no one could ever recall seeing it go, then it would be back when Dietre left the store, again, with no one having seen where it came from. It was with D today, settling onto its haunches, ready to wait, as Dietre pushed open the door and made his way into the store.