Re: trailer park: alex and mal
Alex appreciated, more than he could say, that Mal just took the condition of his trailer in stride. Not that he'd imagined Mal was superficial, but it was a nice confirmation. "I can talk," Alex confirmed. "An' I can make you some shitty instant coffee if you want some," he added, hopping down off the trailer and easing his way past Mal to the kitchenette side of the trailer, which took about five steps. He took a jug of water out of the small fridge and poured some into a kettle, which he put on the stove to start boiling.
He turned to look at the little device with some interest. He wish he knew more about all this stuff - it was borderline magic to him, sometimes. Well, he was learning that these were all things that could be done. And Mal could do them. "I don' think they're gonna notice if you drill a few holes, dude," he said, looking around the place like 'do you think there's a thorough post-rental inspection happening when I move out?' "Go for it. And, uh, the bed thing..." He scrubbed a hand through his hair again. "It's whatever. If I'm gonna be the only one who can see it, it don't matter." He laughed, kind of suddenly, almost a snort, the way it caught him by surprise. "Not that there's anything to see for anyone else watching it either," he said then paused. "Well I mean, except for shit like this." He gestured to a small pile of stuff on the counter; most of the things that he'd found around the place that he knew he hadn't owned the week before. The DVD player, a commemorative spoon from Hawaii, a creepy af Precious Moments figurine, some seashells and rocks, all left like little offerings or something.