[Elliot meanwhile is lying on the cold hard ground of an alleyway, passed out and for some reason feeling like he's been hit by a truck. It takes several pokes for him to even stir (is he dead?), which then he lets out a moan. God, he feels awful and why is someone poking him.]
Stop what're you-
[He half open his eyes, his vision is blurry so all he sees is someone kneeling over with orange hair and baggy clothes and belts. Which his groggy brain immediately jumps to conclusions who matches that profile and would be most likely poking him in such an annoying way: his little sister.]
no subject
Stop what're you-
[He half open his eyes, his vision is blurry so all he sees is someone kneeling over with orange hair and baggy clothes and belts. Which his groggy brain immediately jumps to conclusions who matches that profile and would be most likely poking him in such an annoying way: his little sister.]
Taba? Knock it off.