Re: Milkshakes: Dietre / Noah
[‘Shotzee’ was close enough. At least, Sieglinde seemed to think so, her ears perking at the sound of it. While waiting for Noah’s return, Dietre wandered a little. He made his way to the curb where he and Oliver sat together, lowered himself onto the spot where the other boy had been, and settled into the shape of his memory. A sigh and he drew his legs up, chin resting on his knees, echoing his lost friend’s position. He wondered where Oliver was right now. Was he still on the way to where he was going? Or had he already arrived?
He drifted in his thoughts, tried to grasped the frayed edges of the new hole in his life and figure out if it was possible to mend anything. Plan making was a good thing, his doctors always went on about having goals. He supposed he didn’t have to feel guilty about ‘stealing’ the piano from Oliver’s old house, there was no reason now not to go ahead and make the call to have it moved to Adrian’s. Was that enough of a silver lining to look forward to? He didn’t know.]
Thank you… [A murmur as he woke up from his musings to accept the milkshake, The straw was unwrapped, but before Dietre took a sip, he scooped some of it up on the spoon he was given and offered it to Sieglinde. The pup was very happy to lap her share up, enjoying Adrian’s bad influence on her master. Dietre had been good about not giving her ‘people food’ until his room mate.]
Do you come here often..? [Dietre felt obligated to make small talk, but in the state he was in he was sure to be worse at it than usual.]