Shiloh Dupree
"An order is an order..."
Shiloh kept his hands in his pockets as he walked into the store, taking a look around the shop that was barely being kept open as it was. There was some goth kid behind the counter, his feet up on the counter and a magazine in his hands as he blew a large, pink bubble with his gum. Other that him, there was no one else in the building. There wasn't even a bug. He glanced around, then started over to where the records were. He wasn't a big fan of CDs, or any form of music really, but usually could find something decent in the old records that he'd once toyed with in his mother's living room. He leafed through several old disco records, then exhaled through his nose and moved around to the other side. He may as well get something for Gustav while he was here, being disappointed.
Now let's see. What kind of music does Gustav like?
He lifted up an album by Englebert Humperdinck, cringing at the wide, cheesy smile. Nope. Doesn't seem like him.
Coward of the County? Shiloh allowed himself a small smirk. Perfect.
He put the Kenny Rogers album back down, then wandered over to the CDs. The blonde then pulled out his phone, checking the time. He had a few more minutes before he had to be back. Hopefully Gustav wouldn't track him down like last time. He had been so weird since that conversation on the hill, sneaking around, ignoring him. Shiloh didn't mind the quiet, but still thought it was strange. He just wanted things back to normal.
"You doing okay, man?" asked the teen from behind the counter, interrupting Shiloh's thoughts.
He looked up, expression blank and atmosphere cold. "Yeah, I'm fine." He answered.
The goth shrugged, returning to chewing his gum and reading his magazine.
Shiloh rolled his eyes, then looked down at a collection of Yo-Yo Ma's cello covers of a couple pop songs. Ugh.
"... and I am nothing if not obedient."
................................................................................Awesome nerd
