Elliot didn't bother comment on the other guy's watch, not emotionally invested in the situation. Fuck, a ghost could stroll by any time so he could fuck off back home... His lips parted, mouth about to open and rattle off something cocky and sarcastic - the other guy was bringing it out in him - when he hears the word Nyaminyami. Everything he was about to say died on his tongue, leaving it a graveyard. His hands busied themselves with stuffing his cigarette case back in his pocket and actually grabbing the note, finally. With mild hesitation, he opened it, looking at the message that Stiles had relayed to him.
He stayed silent for a good thirty seconds before finding it in him to speak up. "You've got a possession problem? Isn't that what Max does. Vessel things? Did he tell you he was the one to pull the fucking thing out of me? Well, him and his weird gran." It was the most he'd said all night, probably, which probably meant the rest of his night was going to suck too. "Is that what's killing you? A spirit or sommat?" Eyes that looked black in the night scanned over Stiles, not looking for much of anything other than answers. "Came an awful long way to be told to ask for Max's help." Elliot was eternally grateful that Nyaminyami hadn't begun feeding on his soul whilst possessing him, he hadn't had to cut any decay out of himself, or puke maggots. He'd just been left with a horrific fear of the water and far too many experiences of drowning.
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He stayed silent for a good thirty seconds before finding it in him to speak up. "You've got a possession problem? Isn't that what Max does. Vessel things? Did he tell you he was the one to pull the fucking thing out of me? Well, him and his weird gran." It was the most he'd said all night, probably, which probably meant the rest of his night was going to suck too. "Is that what's killing you? A spirit or sommat?" Eyes that looked black in the night scanned over Stiles, not looking for much of anything other than answers. "Came an awful long way to be told to ask for Max's help." Elliot was eternally grateful that Nyaminyami hadn't begun feeding on his soul whilst possessing him, he hadn't had to cut any decay out of himself, or puke maggots. He'd just been left with a horrific fear of the water and far too many experiences of drowning.