Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
With attention no longer being supplied by Adrian, Sieglinde returned to Dietre, tail still wagging, looking as though if she’d been able to speak she would tell him all about what a great petting she got. He gave her an affectionate tap on the snout, and then she was off to sniff corners and explore, some silent signal having passed between them that told her they would be staying here a while.
“That would be fine,” Dietre said of a BLT, though he’d have agreed to anything offered. Gluten free? He was pretty much an old man in a young man’s body and was rather ignorant of recent dietary hangups people apparently suffered. Food mattered so little to him that he couldn’t put much effort into worrying where it came from or what was in it. “Um… No. I have no preferences, really. Or allergies, or anything...”
What was a stupid amount of money? Confusion seeped into his expression. What it stupid because it was so little? Adrian’s demeanor implied the opposite. It took a beat for him to realize ‘stupid’ was meant in the same context as ‘absurd.’ “Oh.” Becoming so easily baffled by choice of wording was embarrassing, but he did his best not to show it. “Well, yes… I’d like to contribute just the same.”
Dietre was not comfortable with the idea of traipsing around at will as if he owned the place so soon. It seemed rude to treat someone who was kind enough to allow you to live with them within the same apartment as nothing more than a landlord or something. Adrian’s smile beguiled Dietre to drift after him, following him along to the kitchen. “I think I’ll… hang? If that’s alright?”
Small talk was a daunting labyrinth, Dietre always felt lost. “What do you do for work?” That seemed a safe topic, and tied in to what Adrian said earlier, so it’d make sense to ask. Right?