Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
No matter how still and mask-like Dietre could keep his face, there was no stopping the flush of mortification creeping into his face when he felt it. Pale as he was, any excess of emotion was sure to set his complexion ablaze. Again Dietre attempted to return Adrian’s smile, and again he didn’t quite succeed. Even so, he did appreciate the man trying to lessen his embarrassment.
“Oh, I don’t know… I think he was doing me a favor, mostly. I play decently enough.” Misha was big on favors. Just about everything in Dietre’s life currently could be attributed to Misha in some way. It didn’t feel right to owe so much to one person, but as of yet, he couldn’t think of how to pay the boy back.
“I brought my keyboard. It is not as good as a real piano, but…” He trailed off, thinking. When he spoke again it seemed as though it was half to himself, working through his thoughts aloud. “Actually, there is a piano I know of, with no owner, and I’ve met someone who offered to pay for its repair… But getting it from there to here--” Dietre frowned. Would Daniel be willing to pay not only to fix the piano but also to move it? The man struck him as being even more antisocial than himself, Dietre did not think it was likely that Daniel would come to Adrian’s home to hear him play once the piano was fixed.
“Hn… Well, I’m not who found it, so I don’t have a right to do anything with it without asking, I suppose.” The abandoned house was Oliver’s spot, and so, in Dietre’s logic, Oliver was the one who could dictate what happens to the piano. The place felt like a secret hideaway, and Dietre felt guilty enough already just by telling Daniel about it to begin with.
He shrugged and shook his head, dismissing the matter. “I’ll play my keyboard for you whenever you like. And I’ve brought headphones with me to as not to disturb you if I play at night.”