Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh knew he could be a hard pill to swallow. He'd taught himself to go down hard and scratchy, damaging as much as he could in the process, and a certain amount of that was just natural to him now. But he didn't bother himself with it. He didn't bother himself with anything, truly, and what you saw was what he was. At the moment, he was looking around a sparse and sad little space, and he was thinking about ways to make it less dreary. It seemed a good enough activity for a day just begun, and he rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Especially the part about making Mal twitch, I expect." Shiloh liked Mal. He'd liked Mal during the brief glimpses he'd gotten of him across their vast and lonely estates as children, and he liked the dull man Mal had become. "Green. Bright? Or something calmer?" He squinted at Alex, trying to figure if he made the other boy to be more neon or sage. "Blue, and 80s music. You're in luck, because that's nearly all the music I know." Shiloh was woefully unaware of modern musical trends, but the 80s and the 90s, those he knew. Kirsten- No, he wasn't going to think about her, but that's where his musical knowledge came from. The songs she'd loved lived on in his mind. "We'll play some Tiffany and some Debbie Gibson and some Wham, and he'll love us for it," he said cheerfully, and then he glanced around in search of a computer to go poster hunting on.