Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Alex was about to protest that as much as he didn't want to do it, there was no need for anyone to actually help him. It was really part-and-parcel of the whole self-sufficiency kick he'd been on lately. Not that it was supposed to be a phase as much as a way he should really try to live his life. Living here was part of that, after all, even if it was an utilities-only arrangement, which was still cheaper by far than renting a broken-town trailer in the park on the edge of town. Of course, then, he saw there was no need for all of that and was relieved as much for not having to rope Shiloh into his problems than he was at not having to do any of the work.
Sad. Well, that was a pretty proper assessment; the apartment had been empty when Alex had taken it over. Alex, who had spent most of his entire adult life (and before) as either transient, a guest of fill-in-the-blank-your-mysterious-government-organization-here, or renting a trailer, what with its bolted-down furniture and all, hadn't owned much in the way of...anything, before moving in. Aside from Noah and Holly's old bed and a table/desk in the bedroom for the computer he'd bought off Mal, which provided all his entertainment, there was a rickety little square table in the kitchenette area with a couple of unsteady looking chairs. That was about it for furniture that wasn't appliances. He flipped his hood up over his hair to keep it out of his eyes because it was getting seriously annoying, and walked the bag he was still holding over to the table, setting it down. "I spend most of my time in the bedroom," he said with a little jerk of his head in that direction. "There hasn't been time for like...the rest. Yet." And of course, what he meant was there hadn't been money. He wanted to save up some before he started tackling things like a couch or rugs or curtains. That weren't sheets. It wasn't like he got a lot of visitors, anyway.