Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
That was the good thing about living in the age of therapy animals, people now hesitated to complain about pets in a store. It helped that Sieglinde was well behaved, she stayed by Dietre’s side, calmly sitting, making no fuss or unwanted noise. When he wasn’t playing at the carnival, Dietre had little else to do with his time but train her, and Nilus had started teaching her early too. She was a good girl.
The first shirt Misha suggested was appealing enough to draw Dietre near. He eyed it thoughtfully, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. It was long sleeved, but thin enough that he didn’t think he’d get too hot, and he could always push them up. “The color is nice…” It might bring out the hint of seafoam in his eyes. “...Oliver likes green, doesn’t he? He had green paint under his nails when we first met. Green and yellow…” Dietre spoke without realizing what the implications of him having noticed and remembered such a small detail might mean.
His face fell when he turned over the price tag. When he lived at home he wouldn’t have blinked at a shirt being over a hundred dollars, such a price was practically standard, the very baseline of where his wardrobe started at. But now… “Hn… It is… a bit expensive for painting in, maybe…” His expression was troubled, gaze faintly longing.
In need of some convincing before he took it off the rack, he turned back to Misha. “Do you think I should try it on anyway? You know Oliver better than I do…”