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Elliott blinked and scoffed at her. "Really, that's the best you've got? I don't care? That's some weak a(no) bulls(oops) and you know it." He ate more of his sandwich and wallowed in self-pity some more.

Elliot Rhodes
Midday

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can i claim a nonbinary for july??

can i claim the spanish teacher??

i also have a boy from midday

holyyyy wow she needs to interact with Elliot

the snark levels would implode goodreads

{{you're not being harsh you're just challenging someone who isn't usually challenged and really needs to be. thanks for the reminder not too lower myself to other standards when writing :D}}
Elliot pushed a slip of paper across the table to Hunter. It said something I will not repeat for fear of scalding the hearts and minds of any and all who read it. He mumbled something that sounded like "go fish" but was likely much more profane. Elliot took a sip of his Generic Carbonated Beverage™ and tried not to grimace as the bubbles practically burned off his tastebuds.

Elliot, meanwhile, was having an internal existential crisis and eating a sandwich.

Ava {“Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”} wrote: "Hunter put her headphones on, listening to 100 Bad Days. "Remember when we all got drunk?
I ended up with two broke thumbs
Oh my God, I felt so dumb, lucky me" She said quietly."

{{ajr, yeah!}}

Elliot didn't react, at least not externally.

Elliot fiddled with his bracelets, twisting them aroudn his wrist absentmindedly. "Whatever," he murmurs, taking another bite of his sandwich and plunging into existential horror yet again at how familiar yet alien it was all at once.
{{also completely unrelated but this is a really good site: https://kathysteinemann.com/Musings/ she has stuff for blushing, shrugging, overused words, it's great}}

Elliot groans. "Wow, could you two keep your cheerful BS to yourselves? Some people have dignity you know."

"I dunno, can you go f(nope) yourself?" he muttered, snorting. he took another bite of his sandwich.


{{i'm sorry for my meeeeaaaaannn boy}}

Elliot sat down at a table with a tray of food. He took a cautious bite of his sandwich. it tasted normal. or maybe out tasted weird. He would have no idea, would he? What even was normal to him??

sorry for taking so long to reply btw _-_

maybe the cafeteria??

ofc it is

including elliot o-o

sure
prepare for self-esteem decimation in everyone