Re: [B&B: Shiloh & Diego]
"You sound like my brother," Shiloh said, fondness in his tone when he talked about the sibling that shared his birth year, and who alternated between being a sweet cupcake and the bitterest vinegar known to the human tongue. "I'll tell you like I told him: I don't see the point in not saying things plain. Chances are, someone's going to be turned off by me no matter where I go, but I'll get to be myself, and that's worth something." This declaration didn't mean he was unaware of the fact that he was completely a product of his upbringing, and that his tendency to shock was born out of some childhood need, but it was who he was now, and he wasn't going to hide it over toast and coffee. "There's that saying about beginning things how you mean to carry on. This is how I mean to carry on."
He grinned. "Don't you worry. I didn't take offense. I'll take that compliment about getting laid regularly and easily, and I'll pay you back with a similar one." Diego didn't seem like he was the most social guy in dining area, but there was something about him that was interesting, unique, etc. And he liked that Diego was laughing. Shiloh liked a good time. For someone with a formidable temper, he did like laughing and having a good time, and this conversation about decaying dicks was certainly entertaining. "Now, call me skeptical, but I'm thinking the dicks you order online are just mottled and not at all belonging to a decaying corpse," he said, serious as churching on Sundays.
He didn't mind the frown. "I wouldn't be ashamed of my browser history either," he assured Diego, his smile saying the world would be scandalized if they perused his browser history.
Shiloh thought on nightlife for a few seconds. "If you knew me better, you know that I never leave turned on as I arrived." It was boasting, but it was also true. "And I don't even need zombie cocks in attendance. See," he said, leaning his elbows against the table, bread plate pushed aside, and whispering confidences in nothing that resembled a whisper. "People think they have to be beautiful or charming to have a good time, but that's a bald-faced lie. All you have to be, is willing to have a good time, and the rest just falls right into place." He sat back, intimacy conveyed with a smirk that was too old for his young face. "Where do you like going?"