Re: Milkshakes: Dietre / Noah
[Dietre also wore black; a collared shirt, neatly buttoned, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and slim pants that bordered on dressy. Combined they made him look taller, thinner, and paler than he might have otherwise, but his experiment with colors died with Oliver’s letter. He had no one to impress now with a variety of hues, so why bother?
The young man who approached was given a wary look despite that goofy smile, though Dietre relaxed back into listless melancholy once again when the stranger’s attention focused on the dog.] ...Her name is Sieglinde. [He didn’t take offense to her being referred to as male, people tended to do that to certain breeds. A big, regal black and brown dog would almost always be assumed male, just as little fluffy white ones would be referred to as female. There was no point in making a fuss about it.
Sieglinde was happy to be scratched and petted, any aura of intimidation she might possess at a distance gone in a blink of an eye as her tail wagged excitedly, wet nose wiggling, tongue falling out in a doggy grin.]
You’re Noah..? [A hand was offered for a perfunctory shake, followed by an awkward expression of gratitude.] It is nice of you to try to cheer me up… Thank you.