Elliot Nightray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
holyknights) wrote2012-01-08 01:38 am
holyknights) wrote2012-01-08 01:38 am
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♞ IX. voice & action.
I have books I need to get rid of— [...well. That's not right. He corrects himself.] —return. There's too many for me to carry, so I'll need help.
[Elliot, that's not a request, it's a demand. But this is Elliot Nightray—he does not and will never care. Housemates can find Elliot sorting through the books in his servant's room, trying to pile as many into a box as he can. This is going to take a while.
Others can find him hauling this stupid box of books to the library. It's especially cold today, but once again, Elliot does not care. He is getting rid of these books one way or another, dammit. It's only a small start, but he is tired of waiting.]
[Elliot, that's not a request, it's a demand. But this is Elliot Nightray—he does not and will never care. Housemates can find Elliot sorting through the books in his servant's room, trying to pile as many into a box as he can. This is going to take a while.
Others can find him hauling this stupid box of books to the library. It's especially cold today, but once again, Elliot does not care. He is getting rid of these books one way or another, dammit. It's only a small start, but he is tired of waiting.]
[Voice]
[But maybe, somewhere deep down, Elliot's glad he understands...!
Not that he would ever admit it.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
[Too bad Elliot has no idea how obvious it is that he's flustered, even over the journals. Shhh.]
[Voice]
[So cute, Elliot, but he will be nice and not say so out loud.]