Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Let's call it being. For Shiloh, this was just being. Being himself, no need to put on a show or cause a stir. He liked a causing a stir, liked being the center of attention and standing mid-spotlight, but he liked sharing, too. Sharing successes and spotlights, and that can be blamed on growing up with a bunch of other orphans in a house that they never quite belonged in or fit with right.
He sat back and watched as Alex picked out posters. He leaned back in the chair, and he set the phone aside after finding some nice green paint, giving Mal's store as the billing and delivery address. When it came to other kitsch, he put some money on a card for an online, used stuff store, and then he pushed his chair back and stood. Hands on the back of the chair, he thought this wasn't a bad day's work. He'd spent money that wasn't his, which he'd always been terribly good at, and Alex's lip wasn't wibbling as it had been while the keys skid down the hallway.
"I will keep your debt in my pocket," he said, but his smile cut deep into his cheek. Shiloh was not about keeping track of debts. He didn't live to curry favor. This had just felt like the right thing at the right time. "If you want to do something for me, learn to cook something that isn't a Pop Tart." Shiloh came back to food often; it was the one luxury he was having trouble shaking entirely. "Mal is overly fond of Pop Tarts, and I'm tired of diner food." Alex looked like he might learn to cook. Shiloh had never had the patience to cook a thing.
He looked around for pen and paper, to write down the digital card number down. Leaving it with Alex would hopefully extend the boy's distraction. Shopping was always a good distraction.