Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
"You look real fine," Misha said with a nod. He was wise 'nough now not to talk 'bout dates, was Misha, but he still smiled knowing some at the dark-haired boy. "He'll notice you look real good put together. Art folks, they're real visual," he reminded Dietre. Oliver, he might not talk 'bout noticing things, but Misha reckoned he noticed plenty.
Misha, he waved the salesgirl over, and he pointed at Dietre. "He'll take them," he told the girl. It was something real Damian and learned from the other boy, seeing as Misha hadn't never asked nobody to do nothing like that 'fore. But he wanted Dietre to get the outfit, seeing as the boy seemed to like it, and he'd seen how Dietre looked at that pricetag.
He looked back to Dietre. "We'll get this, and then walk on over next door. They got a whole lot of different brands their, or so I'm assuming from what they got in the window. It might not be so pricey," he added, just in case Dietre was worrying himself 'bout it. "A new Dietre," he said with a smile. He meant it in a good way and not in any bad way that said there was a thing wrong with the old Dietre, but Misha knew the power of fresh starts, and he knew that power real well. "Go on and change back so I can pay, and then we'll just walk on over."