#eliot please.

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@keanustantine continued from x.

               “th’ way he’s actin’s tellin’ enough. he wants me t’ punch him.”

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@johnconstantfine continued from x.

               “’m a gentleman, y’know. gotta be polite when askin’ for a little lovin’.”

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@foraprice continued from x.

            eliot turned to stare, brow furrowed, an almost offended look on his face. “i ain’t paranoid, man.” there was a pause and eliot shook his head. “nah-- - pa-- - paranoid’s implyin’ that i ain’t got nothin’ t’ actually be concerned about.” he carded his hands through his hair and let out a long breath. “you dunno, man. ‘ve done work for th’ government, alright. i know what i’m talkin’ about. paranoid. tch. an’ you’re a fuckin’ ghost whisperer or somethin’.” he scoffed, shaking his head in near disbelief. 

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"Can you do the egg trick?"

           “which one?” there’s a lot of egg tricks. eliot knew a fair number of them. he lifted an eyebrow and moved to toss an egg into the air, angling his spatula just so so he could crack it on the edge of his spatula and slip it into the pan to sizzle there. he snatched up the shell and tossed it into the trashcan behind him before shooting char a decidedly proud look, “that one?”

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@mindmastered continued from x.

                “you think i don’t know how t’ cook eggs, man?” eliot snorted to himself, shooting nate a look. it would be fine. “anyway it ain’t much’f a hangover cure ‘f they ain’t raw. salmonella isn’t gonna kill you. hasn’t killed me.”

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@questionablemcrals // nat

              “already got in one fight t’day, ma’am. ain’t lookin’ t’ start another.”  eliot didn’t like starting fights anyway. he waited until they struck him first. even as he spoke the words, his body moved to square off, a defensive position. more people in his way. eliot had taken down five other guys before this. he could take her too. even if she looked like she could kick his ass given his current state.  probably in general, if he was being honest with himself. but especially now. at this point he was just stalling for time. they’d almost wrapped up the con. what  was one more fight, even if it landed him on his ass?

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@madegalahad continued from x.

                eggsy’s concern is... well. eliot appreciates it, to say the least. he doesn’t have much of a chance to say anything before eggsy is taking care of him in the first place. he’s seated. as soon as he is, it feels as though the  strength in him seeps away and he feels... heavier. eggsy tears open his shirt and gets to work and eliot doesn’t do much but watch him. it’s things he’s done a million times himself. it’s nice that he doesn’t have to do it himself this time though. it’s nice that he’s got someone as skilled as he is working on him. not that eliot considers himself the end all be all of field medical practices but... he likes to think of himself as versatile in the treatment field and an alternative to hospitalization. he hates that the most.                     he sits patiently, only wincing now and again as eggsy works. there’s a weight on his chest, a tired one that spreads to the rest of him. a business-like sort of silence falls over them as eggsy works and eliot watches. really, he  thinks, he’s very lucky that he’s got eggsy to patch him up. because eliot’s pretty sure his patch up job wouldn’t look nearly this good. and... he’d loathe to admit it, but he didn’t feel so lonely when he had someone else there who got it. got what he did. who got him. at least to a small degree. eliot didn’t even like admitting he was lonely on the best of days.                     it’s not until eliot’s pulling on a fresh shirt with just a little grunt of pain (he knows it could be worse. he’s had worse), that eggsy asks what  happened. eliot didn’t want to tell him. mostly because he felt like it shouldn’t have gone like it did. he stoops, minding his sutures, and starts to clean up a little.                     eliot’s quiet for a long moment, simply helping pick up before  standing slowly. he only sways a little, blinking a few times before he finally settles on an answer he feels like would sound a little better than the one that was closer to the truth. “i got out manned, man.” he’d gone looking for a fight. it was rare that eliot bit off more than he could chew but this time...  well. eliot supposed these served to keep him humble. “simple as that.”

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@fiightcrs // maggie

                “i uh... i wanted to apologize. i didn’t realize you were uh... nate’s ex-wife.” if he had he might have steered clear. granted it’d proved useful... still, eliot couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should have known. it was nate after all. he should know better. especially because he’d been genuinely  interested until he’d found out. now he was just embarrassed.