Novus
Three Thousand Club
"What the hell is a lolo?" Elliott asked, glaring at Kai speculatively. "Is there a cream for it?" followed up. Without warning, the Hawaiian was waving his arm, subsequently rubbing his body all over Elliott. "Geez," he gasped, caught up in the whirlwind. At least he smelled like pineapples. "So, I'm Elliott...the lolo. What's your name?" he asked his blonde counterpart, trying unsuccessfully to push Kai off him.