Re: Quicklog: Oliver K/Dietre A
But… That was her tip. [For someone who was so selfish (in Damian’s words) Dietre was surprisingly concerned over denying a poor girl stuck in a terrible job a bit of extra money she likely very much needed. This chastising was mild, however, there was no need to start an actual argument. What was done was done. Besides, the following revelation that Oliver had once been homeless put things in perspective. Perhaps he had gotten used to resorting to trickery and theft to survive and found it hard to stop now that his life had improved.
Dietre stopped short to give Oliver a look, brows arched at being asked if he could play the piano.] Of course I can, have you forgotten? Surely its come up. [He went from incredulous to second guessing himself in the blink of an eye. Brow furrowed, his expression turned confused and faintly distressed.] ...Hasn’t it?
[Lack of sleep often led to a spotty memory. Could he really not have mentioned music at all in his conversations with Oliver? It felt like a topic he brought up regularly, but now he found himself unable to remember just who he talked to about it and who he might not have. He frowned, then got himself together.] Well… At any rate, yes I can play. I’m a pianist, actually. That is what I do at the carnival.
I can’t imagine an abandoned piano sounding very good. Do you remember what kind it was? [He began to walk again, looking a bit more lively now that his interest was piqued. Jumping from roofs temporarily forgotten.]