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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 9:01 am
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Eli grumbled sheepishly at the comment on the hit-- honestly it was more like a pap. But when the cart twisted to a stop, he looked to Wayra, swatting away the stick that once belong to the candy. His father usually threatened him with that whenever he would do something wrong-- honestly he never put thought into it. The pink-haired just shrunk away, the notion of getting away from him was far more than tempting. "I wasn't going too..." He said softly, biting his lip. Perhaps it'd just be easier to not speak to either male- every time his mouth opened he was pretty much in trouble.
"I.. I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you in anyway." He said finally after stammering on his words to think of what to say. Rather than staying around though, he released the cart and jogged into the store, glancing at Rafa for a moment to acknowledge his presence. Looked like either way he was going to get killed. He looked behind him once inside, sighing softly. Well, he was screwed over. He was almost thankful for having to go to college the next day. Maybe he could talk a friend into going out for dinner-- he'd be able to stay out of the house most of the day. And neither had his cellphone number... it sounded fine to him.
He grumbled, picking up a shopping basket and walked off to the grocery aisles, shoving one hand into his pocket. Maybe it wasn't a bright idea to take off without either-- seeing as the most he knew they needed was meat for Wayra, but that'd have to do for now.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 1:28 pm
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Eli huffed, grumbling something in a broken Italian under his breath for a moment. He just sighed deeply, looking to Rafa when the item was pulled out. His attention went to the items in the cart, narrowing his eyes at them. "Hn... what do you want me to do for dinner? I can do pan-seared rib-eye tonight, should take like twenty minutes..." Though, the total for the average was fifteen minutes, he just figured it'd be a bit smarter to make a second one. Not that he wanted any, just wanted to keep Wayra off his back.
He leaned against the cart, waiting for some sort of command of what to grab. He pulled the jacket off, fixing his shirt but held onto the clothing-- almost unwilling to put it down. "Up to you, I don't really care..." He added on, starting to rub his arm anxiously..
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:46 pm
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Eli adjusted his shirt a bit, looking through the bags of candy. Perhaps he could put the candy on his own money.. He sighed and hung his head at the thought. He really needed to find a better job. Though fifteen dollars an hour, how could he complain? It just didn't really fit the ability to pay for college, apartment bills. "I suppose it could have been better if it didn't feel like a rollercoaster." He muttered softly, lifting his head to look at the vampire.
The young adult fell silent, leaning against the cart and let the other two talk. It was amusing to listen anyway. "I'm not sure how he ended up end my bed anyway. Or, perhaps a better word would be why." He lifted his head when Wayra spoke, looking over to the stranger with a raised eyebrow. Oh, this was going to get messy quickly. He scratched his cheek, shaking his head. "Would it kill you two to behave for five minutes? Really..." Though he didn't try to intervene, in fact he just grabbed the cart and started walking off. He wasn't going to be apart of this.
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