Re: FT: Atticus M/Steve M
[He laughed a little. Those who were 'into music' these days generally agreed that cassettes were a low quality way to listen, and they tended to rhapsodize about vinyl. Steve didn't particularly mind the format, except, like I've mentioned before, nostalgically enjoying the tactile venues over, say, Spotify.] You should check it out. I saw somewhere recently the music library at the university in the Capital's going to sell some of their stuff. Give me a list and I can check it out for you. [But, agreeing:] You can get pretty much anything you want, and fast.
[Steve expected the question about being cramped. He wouldn't be Atticus if he didn't try to pry the word apart in his lazy way.] Physically, [he clarified, leaving it at that for now. He could still see Atticus on his screen, though Atticus wasn't seeing him, and he glanced down to watch the young man sit up. He showed off the trailer, then opened the door. The camera adjusted to the lack of light to show the cramped outline of the space.] It was given to me. [The camera pulled back, the door shut, then Steve flipped the camera back to him as he walked toward the backdoor of the Cat.] Seems a waste to rent someplace when it's sitting here. And I'm used to tight quarters. [Steve opened the door and ducked inside the bar. Johnny Cash warbled on about getting a car, one piece at a time, and the ceiling-view Atticus was given showed lights and old neon.]