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[let's go yelliot! jack is puttering around the corridors with his motorcycle helmet and jacket and basically he'd just come home from a night of selling people and--
hmm, something's moving around the corner. he quickly runs to hug the wall and peer around it....]
[ elliot has been in the same house as gilbert for almost a week. about four or five days and he's done well enough to hide out from him as the days passed.
he couldn't do that forever. he had to confront his brother sooner or later but that wouldn't be now. hell no. every time he feels like finally looking for gilbert, his stomach flips and it's put off to another day.
for now, all elliot has been doing is staying in his room and hiding out. not the best choice but it beats gilbert crying on him any day. so he's going to continue to sit in his bed and eat apples he's been practically living off of the last few days (they're easier to nab and people won't notice missing dishes during the day) and re-read his collection of Holy Knight. no problem yet.
[ Oz was on a mission. A mission of utmost importance. You see, he had two cats, Snowdrop and Buttercup because like hell if I can ever remember what their names are and these cats liked to wander.
Where they went?
Who knew.
Where they napped?
Oz wanted to know.
So, bit by bit, Oz stalked them. One by one, he followed. And that following lead him straight to the room of one Elliot Nightray and they were practically rubbing the varnish off the door as they purred. So, of course Oz did the one and only thing he could do in that situation.
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