Re: Quicklog: Dinner and company
Drastic change always seemed to happen all at once, and perhaps this time it truly would be his salvation. The brief conversation he had with Liam derailed him from the path of anything good that he might have been on, leaving him unhinged and desperate. Misha was a buoy keeping him afloat, giving him tasks and plans to focus on. He was supposed to be packing, but between replying to messages and his distress, all he managed to accomplish was a whole lot of spinning in circles.
Sieglinde was the first to respond to the little knock, springing toward the door with wagging tail and friendly barking. Dietre turned from a shirt he was attempting to fold and called out, "The door is open...!" the best he could. His voice did not obey at higher volumes, it broke and died in odd places as if he were struck with laryngitis. He doubted it would ever go back to normal. If it hadn't over a year since he hung himself, it likely never would.
When she entered, Sadie would find Dietre looking far from the neat, aloof figure he appeared to be when about on carnival grounds going to and from performing. His hair was mussed, damp with sweat, his fair skin blotchy and reddened as if feverish, cheeks still shining from half dried tears. He looked sick, over wrought, and utterly exhausted. Still, he made an effort to go to her and hold Sieglinde back by the collar so that she would not jump all over the poor girl and knock the food she was carrying to the floor.
"H-hello," he ventured, sounding hoarse. "Thank you for coming..."