"Eyes forward, old man, we got a game to win and we can't do that if you're too busy with your hair." (gainedsight; you know who)
Elliott looked up from the sink where he was washing his face, looking over to the other after patting his skin dry and smirked. Two drags through his hair and it was perfect, making him chuckle.“I’m sorry, who got the final kill shot last round?” he pulled both hands up to jab thumbs at himself with a cocky smirk. “This guy. So try not to lag behind so much this time, yeah?” he nudged the other on his way past.It had been a few games now, everyone loving to pair the two together, and he didn’t mind it. The two had gotten over the initial arm dislocation and moved past it. He had grown soft around the kid within days. He couldn’t be mad. The kid was smart as hell and a good fighter for someone people thought wouldn’t make it past drop.Plus, two wins in a row? Pretty damn good for his stats.“How about we don’t scorch a hole in my chest this time, yeah?” he added with a grin as he peeked at the central screen of the others setup before checking his gear was all in place. “Match isn’t for another four hours though.” he added lightly, dropping into his couch with a heavy sigh and a lopsided grin to the other. “Relax. Take a load off.” he added and motioned to the other side of his couch.