I've got a sensitive nose, I won't be able to get any kip with you stinking up the place. [ His eyes fall closed as he lets his hand still and rest against his strange German friend's chest. The pillow nest is a must, how else is Max supposed to get better? That's how Elliot knows to solve problems, ignore them until they go away and nesting.
He doesn't seem to pay any mind to the goosebumps that come to life over his skin with Max's fingertips. Instead, he seems more interested in tangling his legs up with Max's. The only reason he has boxers on are the trips he's made to the kitchen to ask or procure the occasional bite to eat or glass of water. Water. He can drink water again without it looking like blood or something far more putrid. Max would even notice on the nightstand next to his side there was a glass for him in case he needed it. ] So intermittent bubble-baths are a must.
[ When he feels those fingers make a new path over his skin he melts even more against Max. Dark eyes open again to watch Max. It's as if Elliot can't keep his hands to himself, because his hand slides up, so he can thumb over Max's jaw. ] There's 132 rubber ducks in this house, I got them as a prank when I was younger. [ The words are said matter-of-factly before he turns down and - oh, he's supposed to be nice, but those sure are teeth nipping into Max's skin as if to protest the mockery.
He's sure there are a thousand questions pertaining to this place alone, probably the main one being why don't you stay here instead. Or maybe, why do you steal from people like me? But Elliot doesn't exactly see this as his life, his parents have always been distant because of their jobs, which he understands and he's never really wanted to be some posh little brat. The world has enough of them. ] But if you need anything don't hesitate to ask.
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He doesn't seem to pay any mind to the goosebumps that come to life over his skin with Max's fingertips. Instead, he seems more interested in tangling his legs up with Max's. The only reason he has boxers on are the trips he's made to the kitchen to ask or procure the occasional bite to eat or glass of water. Water. He can drink water again without it looking like blood or something far more putrid. Max would even notice on the nightstand next to his side there was a glass for him in case he needed it. ] So intermittent bubble-baths are a must.
[ When he feels those fingers make a new path over his skin he melts even more against Max. Dark eyes open again to watch Max. It's as if Elliot can't keep his hands to himself, because his hand slides up, so he can thumb over Max's jaw. ] There's 132 rubber ducks in this house, I got them as a prank when I was younger. [ The words are said matter-of-factly before he turns down and - oh, he's supposed to be nice, but those sure are teeth nipping into Max's skin as if to protest the mockery.
He's sure there are a thousand questions pertaining to this place alone, probably the main one being why don't you stay here instead. Or maybe, why do you steal from people like me? But Elliot doesn't exactly see this as his life, his parents have always been distant because of their jobs, which he understands and he's never really wanted to be some posh little brat. The world has enough of them. ] But if you need anything don't hesitate to ask.