Ohhhh Aloy, Eliot has so much to show you about...processed crap. And real sweets! He's already thinking of decadent cupcakes to make happen, and each recipe somehow involves alcohol, despite the presence of alcohol in baked goods in no way being an actual intoxicant.
It follows he's so delighted by her experience he's probably, vicariously, having almost as interesting a time; he claps her on the shoulder with uh, an apparent total disregard for personal space, narrative is sorry about that, and throws her a big, beamy grin. "Olympic level sucking talent, sweetie."
Yes, sure, that endearment. Get it. "Pace yourself or you'll get brainfreeze."
Meanwhile, Eliot has been smoking long enough that nicotine no longer has any effect on him sans keeping him from becoming a terrible asshole when his body is craving it, but ...even he is not going to suggest giving her a cigarette, so they're safe there. He inhales, then lets smoke trickle out of his nostrils like a dragon, because he is Drama on Very Long Legs. "Oookay. Fortifications in hand? Let's find somewhere to talk."
It's hilariously shady to go behind the convenience store to do that, so of course Eliot is charmed by the idea. And there are benches and a single shade tree back here, so it's less stupid than it could be. He flops onto one of said benches and spreads his hands in an arch, whereupon ...a rainbow forms between them, because he is now at peak Showoff. "I didn't know I could do that until right this very second. Huh!"
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It follows he's so delighted by her experience he's probably, vicariously, having almost as interesting a time; he claps her on the shoulder with uh, an apparent total disregard for personal space, narrative is sorry about that, and throws her a big, beamy grin. "Olympic level sucking talent, sweetie."
Yes, sure, that endearment. Get it. "Pace yourself or you'll get brainfreeze."
Meanwhile, Eliot has been smoking long enough that nicotine no longer has any effect on him sans keeping him from becoming a terrible asshole when his body is craving it, but ...even he is not going to suggest giving her a cigarette, so they're safe there. He inhales, then lets smoke trickle out of his nostrils like a dragon, because he is Drama on Very Long Legs. "Oookay. Fortifications in hand? Let's find somewhere to talk."
It's hilariously shady to go behind the convenience store to do that, so of course Eliot is charmed by the idea. And there are benches and a single shade tree back here, so it's less stupid than it could be. He flops onto one of said benches and spreads his hands in an arch, whereupon ...a rainbow forms between them, because he is now at peak Showoff. "I didn't know I could do that until right this very second. Huh!"