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» ELIJAH;
Though Elijah was a typically calm person, Avery’s blatant distaste for him sparked something close to anger in his heart. It stung a bit, though he would never admit it, that no matter what he did, Avery still put him on the same level as actual garbage. Nevertheless, he managed to suppress all these feelings and turn toward Avery, nodding. “Yessir,” He responded, his voice monotonous as he turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen, stomping only the slightest bit as he went.
The definitely over-encumbered trash can in hand, Eli opened the back door, closest to the dumpster, and, right as the door opened, Whiskers went running out the door.
Because of-fucking-course he did.
Blanching and dropping the trash can, the taxidermist took off after the cat, desperate to not let this poor old lady’s beloved friend die a second time. Just before the feline made it out of the alleyway, he managed to scoop the now-enraged Whiskers in his arms, holding onto him tightly despite the fact that the previously calm and loving fuzzball was now losing his ever-loving shit. Wincing as the stuffed cat’s claws dug into his arm, Elijah ran back inside, unknowing leaving the trashcan wedged in the door, open for any unsuspecting person to possibly sneak in.
Eventually, he made it back to his room, where, after slamming the door shut, he placed Whiskers down on the couch. Scowling at the scratches that now littered his arms, he patted the cat on the head, mumbling, “Go ta’ sleep,” and, as if by magic (who the hell knows how it really works, anyways), his commission was rendered back to its unmoving form.
He arrived at the meeting out of breath, a bit sweaty, just in time to hear that he would be paired with Sunny. He didn’t even bother looking in the singer’s direction, knowing her scowling face would be waiting for him. Just his luck, he figured. Everyone especially hated him today, apparently. Crossing his newly-mangled arms over his chest, he quietly sank down into one of the chairs, the abandoned trash can now the farthest thing from his mind.
»location; Meeting room
»mentions; ebb . D O V E SweetRose
Though Elijah was a typically calm person, Avery’s blatant distaste for him sparked something close to anger in his heart. It stung a bit, though he would never admit it, that no matter what he did, Avery still put him on the same level as actual garbage. Nevertheless, he managed to suppress all these feelings and turn toward Avery, nodding. “Yessir,” He responded, his voice monotonous as he turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen, stomping only the slightest bit as he went.
The definitely over-encumbered trash can in hand, Eli opened the back door, closest to the dumpster, and, right as the door opened, Whiskers went running out the door.
Because of-fucking-course he did.
Blanching and dropping the trash can, the taxidermist took off after the cat, desperate to not let this poor old lady’s beloved friend die a second time. Just before the feline made it out of the alleyway, he managed to scoop the now-enraged Whiskers in his arms, holding onto him tightly despite the fact that the previously calm and loving fuzzball was now losing his ever-loving shit. Wincing as the stuffed cat’s claws dug into his arm, Elijah ran back inside, unknowing leaving the trashcan wedged in the door, open for any unsuspecting person to possibly sneak in.
Eventually, he made it back to his room, where, after slamming the door shut, he placed Whiskers down on the couch. Scowling at the scratches that now littered his arms, he patted the cat on the head, mumbling, “Go ta’ sleep,” and, as if by magic (who the hell knows how it really works, anyways), his commission was rendered back to its unmoving form.
He arrived at the meeting out of breath, a bit sweaty, just in time to hear that he would be paired with Sunny. He didn’t even bother looking in the singer’s direction, knowing her scowling face would be waiting for him. Just his luck, he figured. Everyone especially hated him today, apparently. Crossing his newly-mangled arms over his chest, he quietly sank down into one of the chairs, the abandoned trash can now the farthest thing from his mind.
»location; Meeting room
»mentions; ebb . D O V E SweetRose