Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
"Better," Shiloh continued with unapologetic insistence and a smile that could melt butter. It wasn't that he didn't respect Alex's space, and he wasn't being insulting, not to his own thinking. He merely saw a space that could use freshening up. He wasn't even big on design or clothing, Shiloh, but he liked comfort, and he knew comfort was to be surrounded by one's things. This place wasn't poor or ugly, really, it was just... empty. And whatever he felt about Alex, he knew there was something more to the boy than the drab furnishings conveyed.
He stopped dead in the center of the space. "We could paint," he suggested. "What colors do you like? We could get rugs, used ones, and find some boy-kitsch," he suggested. He seemed entertained by the entire prospect, and only in the way something with a great deal of time on their hands could. He smiled, wide and broad and perfect white teeth, even though the majority of them were quite false now. "We could make Mal help. How much would fun would that be? Mal, being forced to listen to... What type of music do you like? To whatever that is, loudly, while putting stickers onto a wall." And was this all a bit of distraction? Surely, but Shiloh had been the youngest, and his siblings had employed this tactic more times than he could bear to recall.