{ his mouth twitches at the nickname and his own attempt to add to the list. they'll rotate until one sticks or come back to it like bubblegum (which is usually pink! he's so clever). there's more to come on his end as well as he figures out what rolls off the tongue in the prettiest manner. eliot of course halts when he glances at hilda, and he wants to ask. it's at the tip of his tongue as the smoke disappears from the pipe and he sets it into his pocket. she is covered up. if there's something eliot knows as a fashion lover, is that he often uses clothing to emit. if his own wear is currently in tasteful muted colors, he'll just say it's to match the nocwich vibe.

he's usually good at reading people, but right now he's been attempting to run away from his own issues. it's nothing new. if he joins hilda in the pretending nothing is wrong, then let's see how far it takes them?

like he once did before while waiting upon the steps of brakebills for the new arrivals, his long body laid out, he also laid down and took most of the fountain, lazing out before properly lowering his legs to settle and reach out to hilda in a swoosh. }

A vision in person. { he winks, moving his hands to run along her arms and then giving her hands a light squeeze in greeting to her own before he leans back with a mischievous glint that settles into a smile that says he's glad to see her. } You could say that. I decided to see if I can find you with a locator spell. I got lost. And found myself at the hunting grounds. Not really my scene.