[insert inanely annoying Christmas music here]
Elliot loves the holidays. Really, it's a sort of obsession of his. He's nestled happily on a couch, surrounded by boxes, ribbons, seven different kinds of wrapping paper, and a old-fashioned transistor radio that's tinnily blaring out a great deal of Christmas music and static. Impressively, Elliot appears to know every single word, singing along at the top of his lungs. Fortunately he's pretty good at carrying a tune, so nobody's thrown anything at him yet.
There's a pile of standard, white printer paper on the table in front of him, from which he's taking sheets to fold and cut into snowflakes. He's amassed a good pile of these thus far, and may very well be intended to decorate the entire Nexus with them.
"What's the absolute best part of this season?" he chirps happily, right after Silver Bells ends. His scissor slip a bit then, and the snowflake he's cutting is festively decorated in bright red spots. "Oh dear...and does anyone have a band-aid?"
There's a pile of standard, white printer paper on the table in front of him, from which he's taking sheets to fold and cut into snowflakes. He's amassed a good pile of these thus far, and may very well be intended to decorate the entire Nexus with them.
"What's the absolute best part of this season?" he chirps happily, right after Silver Bells ends. His scissor slip a bit then, and the snowflake he's cutting is festively decorated in bright red spots. "Oh dear...and does anyone have a band-aid?"