Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
Shiloh laughed to himself. Diego wasn't far off, but he was being a virtual saint at this table. He hadn't said a thing yet to cause a reaction, and so it entertained him that he was being accused of it without anything like trouble spewing forth from his, Shiloh's, mouth. "And here I was being polite," he said, but he wasn't offended in the slightest. Diego reminded Shiloh of Heath, of how Heath said people didn't like hearing direct things. "I can be a right bastard, but this is me with my halo shined," he said, taking a bite of toast once he'd made the statement, and looking unapologetic for all the world to see. Shiloh wasn't about to apologize for his behavior. He valued honesty, and he didn't see a need to soften truths by wrapping them in cotton. Again, he looked around. "You have to admit, it does look like a flower shop vomited all over this place."
"I just arrived," he repeated. His time in the parsonage wasn't anything he was considering as presence, since he'd needed to stay away from town during. And, as previously mentioned, the children hadn't been allowed in town during summer visits, and childhood felt a long way off for Shiloh. He couldn't remember innocence as a concept, and he associated the two things in his head. Innocence and childhood. "I look forward to making the acquaintance of people interested in making mine."
Another chuckle, and he drained his coffee mug. "You don't spend much time on the internet if you think there aren't people out there envisioning zombie sex." He'd spent a lot of months in the hospital after the murder attempt, and he'd gotten familiar with the darkest corners of the internet. "Rule 34," he echoed, "and I'm counting on easy," he admitted of existing in Repose. If there was anywhere a boy could hide in plain sight, he supposed this place was it. Even his siblings hadn't noticed his presence, though he admitted that stung as much as it reassured.
"Recommend. I'm always open to a good recommendation for a good time," he said, and he was open. Again, his short time with the church had made being circumspect a requirement, but that wasn't the case anymore, and he figured if jail might be right around the corner again, then he might as well have himself some fun in the meantime. "You spend a lot of time in bars?" He wasn't sure Diego seemed the type, and he looked him over from across the table. "Can't tell if you're the type to think that sort of thing too filthy or beneath you, so you can feel free to inform me."