Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
“It wasn’t a real kiss,” Dietre pronounced with a stern tone of finality. In his mind, affection was a form of love, attraction a form of lust. He wouldn’t allow Misha to complicate the matter, he didn’t want to be made confused the way he had been with Nilus and Liam. False hope had driven him mad, and each time his hopes were crushed his longing for death spiked wildly. He told Misha he had flushed his medication the night Liam told him that he couldn’t speak to him for his own well being, but what he didn’t mention was that he was ten pills into a bottle before making himself vomit, and it was then that he flushed everything.
The uncomfortable silence that fell between them dissipated upon entering the store. Sieglinde’s presence did attract some looks, but she no longer had that puppy kind of cuteness. A german shepherd could be an intimidating looking dog, a fact Dietre was thankful for, as people were less likely to approach when she was with him.
“Um…” Dietre’s gaze swept across the store. Did he see anything he liked? He pinched the hem of a shirt patterned with cartoon sharks, some with a women’s leg sticking out of their mouths, lifting it disdainfully as though it were something foul found in a gutter. “...I don’t know…”
“There seems to be a lot of white and orange… Neither color should be worn when trying to sneak around at night, or while painting.” He wandered to a rack of simple t-shirts which were not an assault on his sense of taste like the sharks, or the weird bears, or angry cats that he saw on various items around the shop.
Glancing over his shoulder at Misha he asked, “What do you think? Do you see anything that could suit me?”