Richie followed the sound of his best friend's voice into the back or the apartment. When he found him, he had a confused look on his face. Virgil looked amused, and somewhat pleased. The place was old, dusty and had clearly seen better days. It reminded him of some of the buildings on Nash Street back home. The difference was that those buildings were condemned and awaiting demolition. This one just seemed to be abandoned...
Many times Richie had thought about moving out of his parents'... some how. Living with a racist homophobe for a father had never been easy, and he'd taken steps to make sure that he - with his confused idea of his own sexuality never did anything to attract undue attention. But this had been the sort of place he'd - at one point - wanted to move. Richie removed his visor and looked around. He took a few minutes to get a really good look at the place, making a blueprint of it in his head before he responded. "This has possiblities." The grin on his face widened as he put his ear to the wall and knocked gently. It was hollow. "Not load-bearing..." it was almost like he was taking notes.
Turning around he grinned. "I see what you mean about a step up from the gas station." The floors were solid. IT was a good thing... "Much cooler too. When did you find this place?" His bang-infected brain was already at work.