Re: Webster's: Holly & Elijah
"It's definitely voyeuristic," Holly said unapologetically of the Serge. "But they opened the door and invited everyone in." Holly's opinion of personal things observed was probably unique to his experiences. Everyone's stuff was unique to their experiences, but Holly's experiences involved people watching a lot of intimate stuff, right? The Serge was kinda tame, but it was still interesting that it had kinda gone mainstream indie in recent years. Holly thought it was way 70s. It just felt like red velvet and disco balls to the hipster kid behind the counter.
Holly wasn't big on keeping card details. It was dangerous, and Paypal existed for a reason, so, you know, he shook his head and pulled his laptop out from behind the counter. It was, like, a quick nothing for him to create a Paypal account for this guy, and then he turned the laptop around so Elijah could enter his own card info. "You just authorize me in there for repeated charges, and we'll be good to go." Safer for him. Safer for the weird guy with the beard.
Elijah was writing his address and stuff, which was good, because Holly would need that. And, Holly didn't, like, think when the pen rolled. He reached down to grab it, fingers meeting fingers, buzz and ankle pain, and the buzz was loud. It was the kinda noise that would probably drive someone nuts, but Holly was getting better at living with it. The pain in his ankle, too, was a regular and persistent sharp jolt. And if Elijah absorbed all that? Then the fighting next door would stop, you know, for a few seconds.