Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Oh, Dietre was inclined to fuss, indeed. His expression remained fretful rather than grateful. “But you’ve given me so much already, Misha…” He hated to feel like such a leech, yet he knew the other boy wouldn’t let him refuse the offer. To be honest, he didn’t really know how to say no. He just sighed and lifted the hanger off the rack, giving in.
“How can you say that?” He asked before following Misha’s instructions. “You were boyfriends. Surely you’ve had more conversations with him than I have. And you spent time together too, didn’t you?” Was Misha trying to boost his confidence when he said illogical things like that? Well, it didn’t work. Dietre was only left more confused as to how relationships actually worked as a result.
With Sieglinde in tow, Dietre picked out both a pair of jeans and a pair of tan trousers in his size and entered the fitting room. The trousers seemed too similar to what he normally wore, and as he didn’t actually own any jeans, he decided to try them on first. He wasn’t exactly sure how jeans were supposed to look on, so he stared at his reflection, turning this way and that. He then changed into the long sleeved shirt and stared some more. Thank goodness Misha was there to give an opinion, otherwise Dietre’s indecisiveness would make him a prisoner of the shop for hours.
Peeking his head out the door he looked for Misha, waving him over once he got his attention. “What do you think…?”