[ Elan hangs his glasses on the uniform collar as soon as Four lets him inside, tugging the door closed behind him with his free hand. It's possible that there's someone with more than half a braincell at Peil house that'll be able to put two and two together -- the mound of books that had been brought to Four's doorstep; an entirely "new" face, dropping by unannounced, claiming responsibility for the delivery (or so one might infer from his words). At most, that half-braincell might say to themselves: Ah, yes. A rich relative. Does Elan Ceres have a secret, ditzy twin? And maybe, with any luck, Elan will be able to run with the lie on those days he wakes up feeling particularly whimsical. It's not like Peil could fire him for this. (His parents, on the other hand...) ]
So~rry for the intru~sion~
[ He makes no attempt to hide his curiosity once he's inside Four's room. Elan can't say the total absence of internal decoration surprises him, but the lack of furnishings is... paradoxically excessive. It begins to dawn on him that Four might be the type to deny himself things just for denial's sake. (They could not have picked a worse candidate for his clone, at least in that respect: Elan's greedy -- in an easy and, for the most part, totally innocuous way. After all, he's never not had the latitude for it; never had to deny himself in any way, even if others have impressed roles and their attendant expectations onto him.)
He inclines his chin to the handbook on Four's desk at the second battery of messages, having made no motion to sit down. ]
You should get those or they might figure out I'm here. Just make stuff up, they don't actually care.
[ Well, he probably knows that.
Elan's eyes follow Four to where he's standing in front of the desk then, juxtaposes the other's posture with how he's lined the books up. They widen in a way that makes his dark circles stand out more clearly, and while he's tempted to go over and take a closer look, Elan reads Four's position as defensive -- as if guarding something he likes.
Elan grins. He was right. ]
It's too bad those earrings don't stream visuals or I might've tuned in for once just to see the look on your face when you got these -- I know you had one.
Incidentally, [ he tugs at his own earlobes ] take them off. I doubt they'll think to listen, but... [ and just like that, the eyebrows scrunch up; the grimace he so often wears comes back ] I don't want to be reminded they exist right now.
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So~rry for the intru~sion~
[ He makes no attempt to hide his curiosity once he's inside Four's room. Elan can't say the total absence of internal decoration surprises him, but the lack of furnishings is... paradoxically excessive. It begins to dawn on him that Four might be the type to deny himself things just for denial's sake. (They could not have picked a worse candidate for his clone, at least in that respect: Elan's greedy -- in an easy and, for the most part, totally innocuous way. After all, he's never not had the latitude for it; never had to deny himself in any way, even if others have impressed roles and their attendant expectations onto him.)
He inclines his chin to the handbook on Four's desk at the second battery of messages, having made no motion to sit down. ]
You should get those or they might figure out I'm here. Just make stuff up, they don't actually care.
[ Well, he probably knows that.
Elan's eyes follow Four to where he's standing in front of the desk then, juxtaposes the other's posture with how he's lined the books up. They widen in a way that makes his dark circles stand out more clearly, and while he's tempted to go over and take a closer look, Elan reads Four's position as defensive -- as if guarding something he likes.
Elan grins. He was right. ]
It's too bad those earrings don't stream visuals or I might've tuned in for once just to see the look on your face when you got these -- I know you had one.
Incidentally, [ he tugs at his own earlobes ] take them off. I doubt they'll think to listen, but... [ and just like that, the eyebrows scrunch up; the grimace he so often wears comes back ] I don't want to be reminded they exist right now.