Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
Shiloh watched Diego eat, and he excused himself briefly. He was as polite about it as he was everything else, and he returned with a plate of toast and a cup of coffee. He settled back down into his chair with less fanfare than he ever did at home, but then there wasn't anyone to annoy here. He wasn't sure if he found that fact liberating or boring. He might think on it sometime, but he wasn't thinking about it at this moment.
He was looking around himself, trying to find homey over his shoulder, and then he lifted the toast to his mouth and took a bite. He did miss Heath's breakfasts; his brother was born with the gift of cooking, in the same way others were born with magic at their fingertips. But the toast wasn't burnt, and the butter was melted, and Shiloh was willing to take this as acceptable. After all, he was still nursing last night's powder up his nose, and his tastebuds weren't the best first thing in the morning. "It's small," he finally said about the dining area. He was cheeky about it, a joke in there somewhere and possibly only one he would grasp. "But it's better than a diner," he agreed. There wasn't any point in arguing the obvious, not when he wasn't trying to get someone's dander up.
"I think it was meant to be biblical," he said of the name Shiloh, "but I won't complain about the name being cute." He took a sip of his coffee. He'd need about three of those to get on his feet and awake in any real way, but there was time for refills. They weren't about to kick him out of here, at least he didn't think they would. "Diego, the generic Latino." He grinned over the lip of his cup.
He wasn't concerned about being asked if he lived near. He should be much more cautious than he was being, but risk-tasking was in his marrow, and it was astounding he was being as surreptitious as he was managing to be. "I live over the electronics store. The owner's a quiet nerd, an old friend, and it's near enough to walk." It was closer here than to the diner, which also accounted for his breakfasting location. "Ghosts, is it? Have you seen any yourself? They always said this town held things like no other place on the planet, and I suppose the walking dead counts. I would've preferred something sexier than the undead, but beggars can't be choosers."