[ The guy who approaches is like a modern day Conan the Barbarian, would probably dwarf Elliot's 5'7 frame even if he wasn't sitting down. That kind of guy coming at you is always a sign to be smaller, stiller, pray it's not some weird-ass gang member looking for a dick-measuring contest.
But instead he offers friendly advice. It takes Elliot a moment to put away his instinctive hedgehog prickles and raise his head, look up, squinting a little against the light. ]
Nah.
[ Shaking his head to answer the question about the hoodie. He wears it in the damp heat of New York summers just as much as through the subarctic blizzards. It's as much a comfort blanket as it is a uniform and he doesn't really notice when his body sends him signals like 'hot' or 'cold' anyway. ]
no subject
But instead he offers friendly advice. It takes Elliot a moment to put away his instinctive hedgehog prickles and raise his head, look up, squinting a little against the light. ]
Nah.
[ Shaking his head to answer the question about the hoodie. He wears it in the damp heat of New York summers just as much as through the subarctic blizzards. It's as much a comfort blanket as it is a uniform and he doesn't really notice when his body sends him signals like 'hot' or 'cold' anyway. ]
Nice sword,
[ A little glib, since what the actual fuck. ]