Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
“Certainly they do, but I am not interested in lust.” Again a hint of displeasure in Dietre’s expression, not quite a frown but a narrowing of his eyes. He doubted Misha meant to be patronizing. Still, he did not care to have things pointed out to him so often as if he were a complete fool. People kissed for many reasons, and yes if one wanted to be technical he did kiss Oliver, it was ‘real’, but he considered it more of an experiment than anything else.
“...I don’t think I gave him enough time to kiss back,” he explained, trying to remember. “He seemed more concerned with whether or not he made me do it. I assured him he didn’t and then… Well, he said I didn’t have to kiss him again and the subject was dropped…” Thinking back, it was a strange situation. Dietre couldn’t quite gauge how Oliver actually felt about the whole thing. He still talked to him online and invited him out, though, so that had to count for something.
Dietre eyed the store as the car came to a stop. He had never heard of it, but if he was anything it was an outsider, so the name seemed fitting. Sieglinde jumped from the car first and Dietre followed with a nod of thanks to the driver. He then waited for Misha to lead the way, leash in hand.