[ Going to the festival isn't Elliot's idea. It's Darlene's idea of course but true to Darlene fashion... she got drunk and hooked up with someone or other. So, Elliot's sitting alone in dark black skinny jeans and his black hoodie pulled up over his head off towards a bit of the middle of nowhere of the festival.
His daemon is a scrappy black dog who he's petting and who randomly seems to be trying to prod Elliot to actually join in the festivities.
He doesn't notice Clark really, minding his own business...
But flipperd takes matters into her own hands and goes to nip at the bottom of Clark's pant leg. ]
Shit.
[ Is the very great response from Elliot who doesn't even get up in reaction. ]
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His daemon is a scrappy black dog who he's petting and who randomly seems to be trying to prod Elliot to actually join in the festivities.
He doesn't notice Clark really, minding his own business...
But flipperd takes matters into her own hands and goes to nip at the bottom of Clark's pant leg. ]
Shit.
[ Is the very great response from Elliot who doesn't even get up in reaction. ]