[ Elliot laughs, as usual, but it's incredibly breathy as he tries to steady himself, disappearing into a stall and pulling a few bits of toilet paper to clean both of their pants up. He washes his hands again, before scooting over to the mirror and pulling out what can only be described as a small leather purse. Gucci, bitch.
Still, he's already got his eyeliner out and a few mini wipes so he can fix the damage the sweat has done, hmmming softly at himself. ]
I guess, if I really had to think about it. [ He's teasing, though, and as he's bent over to get a better look at himself in the mirror he gives out a half-gasp. ] Oh, God, you know that was sarcasm, right?
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Still, he's already got his eyeliner out and a few mini wipes so he can fix the damage the sweat has done, hmmming softly at himself. ]
I guess, if I really had to think about it. [ He's teasing, though, and as he's bent over to get a better look at himself in the mirror he gives out a half-gasp. ] Oh, God, you know that was sarcasm, right?