Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
"Kissing someone you don't love ain't necessarily lust, Dietre." Misha, he sounded real confused. He wasn't trying to be condescending none, but he didn't reckon he understood, and it was likely on account of his childhood. He could tell Dietre was unhappy with him, on account of that narrowing of eyes came again, and this time Misha realized it was whenever he spoke it happened. It made him sad some, and he got quieter as he drew back 'gainst the car's seat.
Dietre, he went on talking 'bout kissing back, and Misha wasn't sure what to say that wouldn't make the other boy purse lips or narrow eyes. He was quiet then, reckoning that might work some, and it felt like his childhood a little and trying to tread the tightrope without getting the words wrong. "Oh," was what he finally said, which wasn't real informative, but it seemed harmless 'nough to say.
He was grateful some, then, when they got to the store, and Misha almost said he reckoned the dog wasn't going to be allowed in the store. But the dog was there, real big, and Misha walked into the store without saying. He reckoned whoever was working would say if the dog couldn't be inside. Outside, the driver waited standing near the car, and inside it was real cool. Indie music played, and Misha motioned over to the area with more casual items to choose from. "Everything here's real nice. Do you see anything you like any?" he asked.