Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh had a rich boy's disregard for money, while having a newly found appreciation of his own poverty. He lived for free on Mal's dime, and he fed himself and drugged himself on his wages at the arcade, but this was a far cry from the opulence of his youth. Mother had been miserly with her affections and suffocating with her control, but he'd slept on the most expensive sheets and feasted on the most expensive meals. It was a split existence, and now he had to rely on the kindness of strangers, if one could call bumming drugs from people already high a kindness.
But he still recognized a sad space as what it was, and he whistled slow and low as he walked into Alex's apartment. "Surely we can do better than this," he said, looking back at the pale boy with the propensity to lip-wibble. "What interests you?" he asked. He knew little of Alex's interests, and while he could easily make assumptions he preferred not to. Not when Alex himself was right here and fully capable of answering queries posed to him. As for money, the former came back into play, and Shiloh was not thinking about practicalities. He'd never worried about money before, and even these days he seldom did. He ought to concern himself with expenditures, but perhaps it was too late for thriftiness in the young man with the silver spoon no longer wedged between his teeth.