6/1 SOMETIME IN THE EARLY AFTERNOON.ferventknightJune 2 2011, 03:42:56 UTC
[Elliot isn't one to stick around while giving someone.. a present. And he wouldn't stick around this time. Walking up to Snake's room, he had a gift bag in hand and a look of embarrassment.
but he'll leave a bag with a pair of white satin gloves inside and this to go along with it before knocking on the door and quickly running down the hall.
Hiding behind the corner is the best hiding place, didn't you know? :|a ]
[Snake is getting dressed when he hears the knock. Shuffling to get his pants fastened as he approaches his side of the door, he's only in those black slacks and a white shirt not yet buttoned when he opens it. Being shirtless is nothing for him, as he often wore less in the circus.
The fact that there's no one there is surprising.]
Settling into a sit, he holds it, bewildered to say the least. Turning, he looks at one of the living snakes on the ground as it addresses him in a way only he can understand.
[Searching through the bag again, he retrieves the gloves. Softer than anything he's felt before, his bare fingers run over the cloth, admiring as he stares.
Very carefully, as if he would rip them if he didn't take care, he slides them onto his hands, flexing his fingers. They fit perfect, they're warm inside, lined. Lifting his hands, he rubs his cheek softly against his palm.
done fuck my moe meter is broken ferventknightJune 2 2011, 04:35:20 UTC
[But hearing that Snake found out it was Elliot who gave him those gifts.
Shit! Elliot didn't really know he could pick up scents; he didn't even know much about snakes in general. He'll be pulling himself back around the corner, shoving his back against the wall as he shoved his face into both of his hands.
He's just going to bitch at himself for these next few moments.]
[A moment more is taken before Snake's head raises and he looks around. Elliot has to be nearby, right? He wouldn't just... leave the gift and run, would he? And not give Snake the chance to thank him?
but he'll leave a bag with a pair of white satin gloves inside and this to go along with it before knocking on the door and quickly running down the hall.
Hiding behind the corner is the best hiding place, didn't you know? :|a ]
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The fact that there's no one there is surprising.]
Hello?
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It's a bag.
Snake investigates the bag, kneeling on the ground in front of it. There's no card.
His hands slide down inside, ruffling through the tissue paper and wrap around something soft, pulling it out.]
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Settling into a sit, he holds it, bewildered to say the least. Turning, he looks at one of the living snakes on the ground as it addresses him in a way only he can understand.
There's more.]
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Very carefully, as if he would rip them if he didn't take care, he slides them onto his hands, flexing his fingers. They fit perfect, they're warm inside, lined. Lifting his hands, he rubs his cheek softly against his palm.
So nice.]
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When he does, his face lights up visibly before he sighs out a name:]
Elliot...
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This wasn't a mistake, was it?]
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Elliot really couldn't help but smile at the reaction Snake had; it really made him happy. That seemed like a rare occasion for Elliot lately.
To be happy... ]
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Shit! Elliot didn't really know he could pick up scents; he didn't even know much about snakes in general. He'll be pulling himself back around the corner, shoving his back against the wall as he shoved his face into both of his hands.
He's just going to bitch at himself for these next few moments.]
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Well, he might, but-]
Elliot? [He calls out anyway.]
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[Hearing his name, Elliot froze. Did he really.. want to go out and face Snake like this? No, he couldn't. He would apologize later, he really would.
But at this moment, he stood up and raced down the hall. His face was far too hot to look at Snake. Later! Yes, later..]
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