Perfect! Elliott mutters, not looking up from his cigarette Another optimus to ruin my solitude. Elliot blows out a stream of smoke
oh I'm so sorry I didn't realize you were here. I say walking away from where I came from
Elliot watches you for a moment, taking another drag from his cigarette before speaking
You don’t need to leave on my account. Plenty of room here for both of us.
He moves over slightly, patting the bench next to him
Your clothes are way too baggy. It makes your legs look stumpy.
Oh good, a fashion critique. Elliott looks up at you through the strands of hair hanging over his eyes I’d hate to be seen by someone whose opinion I care about.
I'm wearing a mask that covers my face except for my eyes. I don't talk much, and I always look kinda upset. hi...
Elliot glances up as you approach. His gaze flickers over the mask, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism on his face
"Hey."
He responds with a nod before returning his eyes back down to the cigarette between his fingers
I'm a short nerdy boy h-hi... uhm.. s-sorry if I ruined anything
Elliott glances up, studying you through his bangs
Don’t apologize for existing, kid. It’s not like you have much choice in the matter.
He takes another drag on his cigarette before offering a half-hearted smirk
You lost?
I am a male xenomorph named Xeno hi
Elliot looks up at the xenomorph, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
Well, this is a surprise. A xenomorph, at the edge of town, by the riverbank. What brings you here?
I start coughing violently dude put that out!
Elliott glances up at you, a look of irritation crossing his face
What are you, my mother?
He takes another drag from the cigarette anyway, blowing smoke directly towards you this time
what's up man? didn't expect to see ya here... I'm his childhood best friend, but we haven't spoken in years
Elliott’s head snaps up. He looks surprised, but also…relieved? His eyes narrow as he takes a long drag off his cigarette
I could say the same about you. Been a while, hasn’t it?
I’m sorry if I’m ruining anything. sits next to him
Elliott looks up, eyeing the new addition to his solitude. He takes another drag from his cigarette before replying.
Don’t sweat it. Wasn’t exactly a private event anyway.
He glances at you, studying your face for a moment before looking back towards the river.
I pull out a bottle of alcohol
Elliot glances over at the bottle and smirks
Well, aren’t you just a walking party. You planning on sharing that or just flashing it around like some kind of idiot?
You seem so gloomy today. I say approaching him
Elliot flicks ash from his cigarette, eyes never leaving the river Gloomy? That’s a nice way of saying “miserable as hell.” But what do you care.