Re: log: dietre a. & misha b.
Misha, he wasn't surprised none when Dietre exhaled how he did. He was feeling worse and worse as this outing continued, and Dietre was over there being sulky as could be. Now, Misha, he didn't often show his being uncomfortable with how folks treated him, but this had been a long outing, and it wasn't so easy to hide things long.
Dietre, he dragged his feet, and Misha didn't see good and forgiving none. He saw someone who was making him feel real awful for not going and gossiping. He glanced over at the other boy when Dietre asked 'bout burgundy, and he blinked eyes that were real pale blue and damp some 'round the edges. "It's real clear you don't want me 'round, Dietre. I'm real sorry I made you unhappy some." He glanced over at the shirts, and he nodded to one. He took the card Damian had given him, and he set it on the rack next to where Dietre was standing. "You go on and get what you please, and I won't suffer you to be 'round me no more, when it's real evident my company ain't something you're fond of. The driver, he'll take you and the dog home when you're ready. You take your time and don't you worry 'bout me. I got an apartment nearby to go to, and I'll be just fine."
He gave Dietre the best smile he could muster, and then he turned and fled, though he tried to walk plenty slow on his way out of the store and into the sunlight.
Should anyone follow, he was gone and nowhere on the sidewalk, though there wasn't no sign of him going.