Re: Diner: 1AM-ish
Shiloh was sure he'd been dramatic about mundane things once. He was certain that far back enough into his past, he'd thought living in a big house and having many siblings was wonderful. He was sure of it, but he couldn't recall any of it, and the lack of recollection made it all decidedly less real. And then things took a turn for the worse, and he hadn't been expecting it. It wasn't an old lady on a doorstep, but it had been a woman, and now his life was this beautifully shattered disaster spread out with disaffected laziness upon a bench that was chewing cracked plastic through the protective layer of his denims.
"I'm not sure that I'd come up with anything that didn't sound extremely thrilling to me now, which I believe is not the intended effect of a costume that isn't made of cheap plastic," he said truthfully. He'd no need to sell himself as someone more creative than he was. Truth, simply told, was that Shiloh had no ambition, no talent, and no aptitude. More's the pity, and he smiled that cut-cheek scythe of a small at the query about Disney princes. He smiled it slow and silken. "They were employed to make us sound posh, and not like the dirty South surrounding our gates. I recommend not visiting the pretentious South, where Debutante balls and horribly histories are both still lauded." He was by no means offended. He'd also never seen a Disney film, but even he knew that reference.
He dug into his hashbrowns with gusto that would've appeared politeness on anyone else; habit. "So, you're saying the evening doesn't carry. Then why is it everyone seeks everyone out? A wish that something does carry, perhaps?" He put the fork down when the bitterness rose like bile across the table. Not because it troubled him, but because he recognized it as an old bedfellow. "I learned nothing, truly," he admitted a moment later. "I'm not certain I believe there was a message, and I've no magic, no desire to soothe anyone, no true desire to make anyone bleed. Blood is a messy thing. But I suppose there is truth in that I feel a lot of things, and I feel them all the time, despite the fact that my entire family is devoid of any feeling whatsoever. That, you see, is a lesson the tutors could not seem to teach me."