Re: [Webster's Vinyl: Holly & Dietre]
Gloomy poetry and self loathing, that was this Dietre in a nutshell. Catching movement from out the corner of his eye, he involuntarily tensed as he was approached. The record was kept held in front of himself, a hand gripping each side as he unconsciously used it as a kind of shield. Pale eyes narrowed warily for a moment before he realized the man approaching him was a sales clerk. Young people were not to be easily trusted, in general, and after his encounter in the corn maze and the threats that followed afterward online, Dietre was a bit paranoid.
“Yes. ...May I?” A low husky voice, the ghost of the one the other him spoke with.
Holly. A flash of recognition that turned into a spark of interest and Dietre’s stiffness turned down a few notches. “...Are you Noah’s friend?” He asked but he didn’t really need an answer, how many males named Holly could there be in the world? The way his gaze then ran up and down over the other man was telling. He was clearly giving him a look over, betraying that he probably knew a thing or two about who Holly actually was in relation to Noah.
“He talks about you.” Blunt. Another dip then up with his eyes, seeking out what Noah might find attractive about this Holly. He looked like just another average young guy to Dietre.