Re: Webster's: Holly & Elijah
Okay, so neither of them were friendly. Got it. It meant the store silence was companionable, at least for the kid at the till. He counted, he listened, he offered suggestions. He vaguely wondered, you know, what life was like for someone this guy's age, Elijah's age, and without being willing to interact. It was strangely normal for Repose, which just went to show how quickly Holly acclimated to really abnormally weird stuff. Because, let's face it, this? Was weird. Holly was totally the guy like two weeks into the zombie apocalypse who had already set up shelter and figured out how not to get eaten. He was just that kinda guy.
The song, however, was great. Okay, so Holly wasn't bombastic, like, ever, but the song was great. "Yeah," he said in agreement, and despite the bland delivery? He thought the song was great. "Anything like that... Not really, but 24 Postcards in Colour is great too." He pointed. "But different? Yeah, okay, um..., try Serge Gainsborough," and, again, he pointed. Maybe the guy would hate it. Maybe not. It was no skin off his back either way, but it definitely counted as different, right?
If he thought the bright eyes were weird, it didn't show. He scratched at his ankle, leaning sideways to do so, and then he just leaned his elbows on the counter and watched, you know, till counting done. Every once in a while, he listened for coughing from upstairs, but there was none. Which, you know? Also cool.