Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Shiloh had learned things about Mal during their recent reacquaintance, and they weren't bad things. Shiloh had long since lost his confidence in his ability to judge people, and that could hardly be held against him, but Mal was alright thus far. Shiloh took things and people at face-value now, and on a day-by-day basis. When you trusted the wrong person your entire life and without seeing a hint of it lurking in their eyes, then trust became something foreign. But he liked Mal, and Alex seemed harmless. Shiloh was the youngest sibling, nearly, sharing his birth year with Heath, but Alex still felt like something small and fragile, a bird the hand, perhaps.
"Sweet and sad is a perfect description," he said with a serious little nod. "Kind of like eating something salty and sweet at the same time, but in music." Shiloh played a few instruments poorly, but his ear was just fine. He was reaching for his cracked phone as he spoke, looking for Spotify and the song, but Alex was over there acting as if charity was a thing not warranted. Shiloh merely rolled his eyes and steamrolled over Alex's comment. "We're doing it," he said simply. He didn't explain where the money had come from, and poverty was definitely something foreign to the boy who now lived deep in the center of it. But Shiloh would likely be the type to never have sufficient funds in his life, so best to get on with it. And this was a project to distract Bandaid Boy from his windows and his wibbly lip, and it was well worth the investment.
And, so, Shiloh navigated to one of those websites that sold overstock, posters and such, and he pointed at the categories on the old screen. "Where are we going?" he asked.