[Eli] run away with me?

[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] Today had been a fairly relaxed day. Other than a light ride in the morning, she hadn't done much today. Now the time has brought itself to evening, so tonight needs to be interesting. What better way than to find something to do in the city? As always, her camcorder stays safely tucked away in it's case, in the black over-the-shoulder military style messenger bag she typically has with her, containing practically everything important to her – she doesn't put it down. Her camcorder, laptop, her flip video camera for when she needs a quicker, easier take, notebooks to quickly note what she needs. The thing on her mind is to find a subject to blog today. Whether it be a text post or a video, she doesn't like to miss more than three days without an update, and she hasn't had anything in the past two days. It's been a few months since they began settling in Addison, and Alexis is slowly beginning to recover. Since Indie stopped traveling so much, there's been a lot less to blog about. Walking practically blindly, her thoughts consuming her as she surveys the surrounding area on the sidewalk. A few other people walk hurriedly to their destinations, the club-goers aren't out yet. She walks slower, biding her time, no where in particular to get to. Perhaps she can begin traveling again soon. Now that possibility engulfs her. Alexis is getting better. A vacation, even within the country, could happen now. Traveling alone isn't her preference though. Stepping to an artfully crafted bench on the side of the walkway, she pulls out the flip video camera, holding it up to face herself. She's been doing this long enough to know exactly where to hold it. She begins explaining to the camera about her need to travel again, and her lack of a travel partner. She already knows some of the more common followers to her blog. She slips in sarcastic comments and little jokes in as she speaks. The question she poses to the camera is basically a question, does anyone want to join her to travel, expenses paid? It's a risky thing to request of strange people who read her blog, but she simply requests being able to hang out with any takers first to make sure they get along well enough, like that will justify her outlandish request. Forgetting the fact of how unlikely it is anyone will gladly just drop whatever they're doing to travel. This isn't the first time she's done something similar successfully though, so she doesn't give it a second thought, as she presses the button to end the recording, putting away the small camera and turning, pausing before returning to the sidewalk. She'll edit and post the thing later. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

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[Eli Monroe Young]

YOU GOTTA KEEP FIGHTING, 'CAUSE [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #96b57a; border-top: 12px solid #96b57a;] THINGS CAN'T, THINGS CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE One advantage of still not having a whole lot of rides these days meant that it was only really Eli’s mornings that were filled up at the track, and instead of going there most evenings for more riding, he could just do whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, he also didn’t have all that much to do around here as of yet so it was kind of a double edged sword… more time, nothing to spend it on. As a result, he spent a ridiculous amount of time just wandering around Addison, enough that he probably knew the town like the back of his hand already, and there were only so many times you could visit the museum or the zoo by yourself before it started getting tedious. Well, the museum more than the zoo anyway, at least the animals were generally different each day. You just had to wait for them to change the exhibit for the museum, and that could take months. And the most he got out these days was when he went to a race meet, but that was for work so it wasn’t like he got a chance to actually do much while he was away. This evening didn’t seem to be much of an exception to the almost perpetually bored routine, and instead of hanging around in his apartment he’d decided he would kill a bit of time by going for a walk. Something he liked about Addison, it was a lot better than a lot of the places he had lived over the years, and walking around at this time of day was relatively rather safe. Maybe when there were more drunk people wandering around the streets, coming back from the bars around here it wouldn’t be quite the same but he still doubted it would be all that bad. He would admit, that when he was walking and letting his thoughts wander at the same time as his feet were, he got distracted. Distracted enough that running into people, literally, was a fairly regular occurrence. And again, tonight didn’t seem like it was going to be a night of exceptions to any of his normal rules, especially when he didn’t notice a girl stepping back onto the path that he was walking on, bumping straight into her. “Sorry. Apparently I need one of those things installed that beep when I’m about to run into something,” he said, giving her an apologetic smile. On the bright side, it wasn’t like he was a particularly big guy so at least there was little to no chance of him actually knocking her over unless he had been running. ironman | 441 | outfit | yay you're not going to stab me anymore

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[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] Her own attention was diverted too, and she felt someone ram into her side, instinctively raising her hands and grabbing their shoulders to make sure they were steady. This was actually a habit she'd picked up with her little sister Alexis, who was in rehab. That was actually the reason Indie was here at all, it was the closest city to the remote center. Her depressed sister would walk into a room in a huff and often hit Indie on the way in. One time when she did that, Alexis had instantly grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and threatened to cut herself. Since then, Indie had always grabbed her arms and held them down every time Alexis would storm into a room and hit her on the way in. Of course, grabbing a stranger and holding their arms down to their sides is not exactly normal. She drew back her hands like she had touched something hot when her mind cleared and she realized what was happening. She grinned sheepishly, not easily embarrassed or anything, but trying to find what words would work to apologize for that, and she couldn't help but laugh at his little comment. ”Looks like you're not the only one, I was paying about as much attention as you, sorry!” She said, recovering from her speechless moment and returning back to her normal, socially capable self. Once she's managed to crash into someone on the sidewalk, she tends to decide to at least introduce herself. She readjusted her bag on her shoulder with one hand and held the other one out to shake his. ”I'm Indiana. Indie works though.” She introduced herself with a bright smile. She always liked to use her full first name, even though she liked when people called her Indie. She looked him over, having gotten the process of running into him and introducing herself, she evaluated the person she was dealing with. He was about an inch or two shorter than her, and brown hair, like hers. Well, she colored hers all the time, and at the moment it was brown, but faded to blonde near the bottom. What he was wearing instantly caught her eye though. Captain America, clearly. A grin spread across her face and she quickly unzipped the hoodie she was wearing, the night was kind of chilly. She flipped a switch underneath the fabric of her black shirt, and the center lit up in the way of Tony Stark's arc reactor. ”Assemble.” She said happily, really just a big kid, especially with things like superheroes. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

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[Eli Monroe Young]

YOU GOTTA KEEP FIGHTING, 'CAUSE [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #96b57a; border-top: 12px solid #96b57a;] THINGS CAN'T, THINGS CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE Eli wouldn’t say that he wasn’t a little surprised when the female he had run into grabbed his arms after he had bumped into her, holding them there rather firmly for a few moments, before releasing her grip on them. But really he didn’t think too much about it, people’s natural reactions to these sorts of situations were always different, so who was he to judge or find it weird that she had reacted in that particular way? It was a much better reaction than, say, being punched in the face or something… now that really would be an unpleasant sort of reaction. “It’s fine, really. We both appear to be relatively unscathed, apart from the whole embarrassment factor but I’m sure we’ll both recover from that just fine, without any lasting damage anyway,” he answered, grinning at her again, relaxing now that it was apparent that she wasn’t irritated by the fact that he had run into her in the first place. You never knew how people were going to act these days, there seemed to be far too many tightly wound people in the world. He definitely preferred the more relaxed people, himself being one of them. With his parents and being shifted around to a tonne of different foster homes when he was younger gave him the tendency to stay out of trouble, or away from people that he thought were going to be a problem… it had given him some sort of sixth sense for that sort of thing, and he wasn’t picking up that vibe from her, so he figured he was safe from any explosions. He accepted the hand that she offered to him, shaking it firmly but briefly, smiling as she introduced herself. “I’m Eli. Nothing much you can abbreviate on, so Eli will do,” he replied. His eyes glanced downwards as hers did… spotting what she was looking at, his Captain America t-shirt underneath his jacket, which was currently hanging open, enough to show what was on it clearly, he had forgotten he was wearing it actually. His smile widened when she unzipped her own jacket and did something to light it up, instantly recognising the symbol once it had. “Addison is going to be a very safe place, with Captain America and Ironman… woman?... running about.” ironman | 385 | outfit | yes, i deserve kicking

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[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] ”Ironman.” She supplied at his confusion of man versus woman. She was, of course, Tony Stark, what with her arc reactor and all. She held out her hand as though to shake his again. ”Tony Stark.” She reintroduced herself to her decidedly new friend, Steve Rogers. She turned around, looking each direction as though searching for something. ”I’m half expecting Thor and Banner to show up.” She muttered playfully, not able to hide her excitement that she managed to bump into someone – literally - who was so clearly somebody she could get along with. Now it occurred to her that she was hungry, as her stomach alerted her so. She pulled her hands from the zipper of her hoodie, opting to leave it open and keep her shirt lit. ”So, Rogers, want to grab a bite to eat with me? I’ll pay, your choice.” She offered, not at all averted to asking random strangers to eat with her. Especially if that stranger was Captain America. Indie hadn’t made a lot of new friends here – she was very social and never found it very hard to get along with people and have a conversation. There weren’t many people here that seemed to want to talk much that she had any kind of connection with though. So of course, she was jumping at the chance to know someone with similar interests as hers. She wanted to find out more of what Steve Rogers, the name she’d favored in her mind for him, liked to do. yes, you really do deserve a kicking, reply faster! ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

[Eli Monroe Young]

YOU GOTTA KEEP FIGHTING, 'CAUSE [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #96b57a; border-top: 12px solid #96b57a;] THINGS CAN'T, THINGS CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE “Okay, good. Just making sure I didn’t commit some social faux pas by accidentally calling you a man or something,” he answered, grinning when she answered him. Well, he knew that some people could be extremely touchy about that kind of thing so he wasn’t taking any chances. “I guess that would make me Steve Rogers,” he replied, going along with it, after all, who was he to deny someone as equally nerdy as himself? That seemed to be hard to find around these parts, it seemed. “Well, there’s still plenty of time for them to get here,” he said. “As long as they’re not late, in case Addison really does need the Avengers to save them,” he continued, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he spoke. He briefly considered her offer… only briefly considering it because really he didn’t see any problems with going to get something to eat with her, he was hungry and she seemed nice, and she hadn’t given off any crazy vibes to him so far, and even if she did it wasn’t like she knew that much more about him yet so the chances of being stalked were low. “Sure, but we can split the bill, I don’t mind paying,” he answered, grinning at her again. It wasn’t like he was short on money, after all, he wasn’t paid in peanuts to ride at the track, and it wasn’t like he went and blew a lot of money on unnecessary things either. “Tapas or Oasis would do me though… depends on whether you’re in the mood for Mexican or burgers, I guess.” ironman | 272 | outfit | told you i'd post it =P

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[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] ”Well Rogers, you’re still growing accustomed to the twenty-first century.” Indie was unable to help herself, from viewing him as Steve Rogers, and of course herself as Tony Stark. ”I’ll let it slide. Only this time, though!” She teased a glint in her eyes. ”Eh, they probably won’t be showing up. I guess this is a one-off.” Not even considering that he might not understand that reference, mostly used in the comic world. It had been mentioned during the second Iron Man movie, and of course she’d been the only one in the theater laughing, as she was the only one who got it. Quickly, she made a face as he insisted that they split the bill, sticking her tongue out at him. Very mature of her. ”Fine, Rogers.” She said, assigning him his – likely permanent – nickname. It was a sign of respect from her, to receive such a purely epic nickname. After pondering for a moment, Indie nodded her head as if in agreement – though in agreement with her own mind. She was fully unabashed; she knew that people often found her to be weird. It almost hurt her, how little she cared. ”Mm, I could really go for some fajitas right now.” Tapas was the closest Indie had found so far to the food she’d get in Mexico, travelling so much it sometimes became hard not to compare American restaurants to their authentic counterpart. Being considerate of boundaries had never been her thing. She’s been to her large variety of countries, and many of the places didn’t have strictness about personal space, instead everyone was very affectionately friendly. She was typically very nice to everyone, and she made a lot of friends wherever she went. By being so openly physical about friendships, she’d chased away some too, mostly in America though, other cultures typically didn’t mind, sometimes were the same. So, she glanced at Eli, meeting his eyes and then her eyes lighting up as she circled linking her elbow through his and walking forwards, not dragging him, more like a gentle tug to guide him. Yeah, she knew it was weird. Indie liked the weird ones best though, so how they responded to her doing things like this was a telltale sign of whether they’d make good friends or not. ”So Rogers, tell me about you!” She said joyously, her welcomingly warm attitude on display. She knew a lot of languages, been to a lot of places. Still, she knew enough to get her around to start with; she’d pick up the language as she went. However, what always worked? A bright smile and a happy attitude. It was universal. Well, sort of. In the Asian countries there was humble respect. That certainly didn’t apply here, though. Just don't let me think you're posting and then still have it be another week before you do this time, kayy? ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

[Eli Monroe Young]

YOU GOTTA KEEP FIGHTING, 'CAUSE [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #96b57a; border-top: 12px solid #96b57a;] THINGS CAN'T, THINGS CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE “You have a point there,” he answered, chuckling slightly. “And I won’t make the same mistake again, I promise.” He just had to laugh when she stuck her tongue out at him, wow, it really had been a while since he had spoken to anyone even remotely like himself, and here she was, standing right in front of him. And it made him realise how much he had missed being around people that he could relate to better. “You can pay for the entire thing next time,” he said. Wow, funny, that he had already decided that there was probably going to be a next time. “Mexican it is then. Let’s go get some fajitas,” he said, he had been leaning more towards Tapas himself so he wasn’t complaining about her choice. And he didn’t even bat an eyelash, or act even slightly surprised when she linked her arm through his, letting her pull him alongside her in the direction of the Mexican restaurant, looking across at her… yes, it was also nice to have someone else that he wasn’t looking up at by a lot, his short stature made it hard to find people who didn’t tower over him… reaching up with his free hand to push his glasses back up his nose, where they had started to slide off slightly. He wasn’t really accustomed to talking about himself all that much… his childhood hadn’t exactly been the best, and he didn’t like talking about it much. Sure, there had been good parts, and it wasn’t like he was ashamed of it, but he was long past all of it so it was just easier to leave it all alone. He didn’t have issues from it either, if he had he had gotten over them a long time ago and they didn’t have much of an effect on him now, except for making him more self-reliant than a lot of people probably were. “Well… I’m a jockey for a living, I’m a self-proclaimed nerd… but you probably already guessed that… I have an unhealthy obsession with Twitter and I’ve been to the museum so many times since I moved here I think all of the security guards know my name,” he answered. Well, that was a start. “What about you?” ironman | 381 | outfit | sorry dear, been busy and bleh

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[indiana elizabeth hutchinson]

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] It didn’t go over Indie’s head that he said next time. She shot him an excited look out of the corner of her eye, liking that he confirmed that there would be a next time. She was always proud of herself when she made a new friend, despite making them wherever she goes. ”Damn right I’ll pay for the entire thing next time.” She declared, jokingly though she meant it. She liked being the one to keep everybody else happy, not when they paid for her. She didn’t need it and so didn’t see why they’d waste their money. She was slightly ashamed that she had so much money to spare and didn’t really work for it. She had money of her own coming in, her blog was quite popular and therefore she could sell ad space, which got her a nice little amount. It consoled her a bit to pay for everyone around her. Part of the several reasons why she did so much charity work. When he didn’t even react to her invasion of space, it was officially decided that she was certainly going to be friends with him. It wasn’t often she found someone who was similar to her, she happened to be quite out there. She was listening intently as he told her the basics of his life, and she had genuine interest. She loved to listen as much as she loved to talk. A grin set itself once again, as he described himself a nerd. ”You and me both.” She chimed, and then allowed him to continue. His interests pulled her in. Finding a person who liked the museum wasn’t always easy. So many people brushed it off as boring. Indie loved it though, especially because of how it covers the entirety of the world. Even when she can’t be travelling, she could be surrounded by authentic things from all over. ”I love the museum.” her tone was quiet. ”Hmm. I’m an eventer, I’ve got one horse. For a living? I suppose my blog is a living.” She thought for a moment. ”Well, I travel a lot. Like, all over the world, all the time. I have a blog that I keep about basically my daily life – which of course includes my travels. I suppose I’m somewhat internet famous. I get invited to the blogging conventions and in a lot of places I’ve been recognized. She said, though her voice was very unsure about it. Her blog was her source of pride, and almost like her diary, except it was for the world to see. She didn’t have it only to be internet famous, which she was, in context. It still felt weird saying it, because she didn’t want to brag. ”I spend excessive amounts of time reading books, comic books, and watching assorted generally ‘nerdy’ movies when I’m not travelling. And of course, I attend all the Cons possible.” She grins, and then her eyes widen and she turns her head to look at him. She was well aware of how spontaneous and outlandish her ideas could be, but she still liked to throw them all out there. ”You could come with me! There’s cons all the time, just gotta fly to them. I’m going to one in two weeks, of course cosplaying as Tony Stark.” She said, explaining her intentions without hinting that she knew exactly how crazy she sounded, inviting him to travel with her, when she barely knew him. ”It’s the Emerald City Comicon. I have two tickets, I always get two tickets. I’ll pay!” Her voice was excited, and while it was a brief description, she also voiced it like a question. Indie gets overexcited about stuff easily. And I suppose it’s alright :/ I’m just always overloaded on muse. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

[Eli Monroe Young]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] “I’ll hold you to that,” Eli answered, chuckling as he spoke. He wouldn’t be complaining about it if she paid next time, he just thought, seeing as though it was their first meeting and all, that it would be fair if they both paid. And then he would probably insist that they take turns paying for various things as they went along, he wasn’t exactly the sort of person who enjoyed leeching off other people for anything. He had been independent for far too long for that kind of thing, even if she did offer to pay for it all, he doubted that that part of his personality would just let her do it. He chuckled again, reaching his free hand up to run it through his hair, probably causing it to stick up even more than it probably already had been, he wasn’t exactly well known for taking time to brush his hair in the morning, and anyway, wearing a helmet for a couple of hours every day kind of put an end to that anyway. “I thought as much,” he replied when she said that she was also a self-proclaimed nerd, it had been pretty obvious when he had initially bumped into her and they had discovered their mutual love for the Avengers that she was too. “I love it too. I probably know all of the exhibits like the back of my hand already, not that they fail to interest me, but it’s always more interesting when they get new stuff in.” He probably wasn’t exaggerating when he said he knew the museum that well, he probably knew every inch of it already. And the same probably went for the zoo as well. “Oh, cool. I’ll have to check it out some time,” he said, when she mentioned that she had a blog, that part piquing his interest the most. “I’ve evented a bit before, I just don’t have a horse for it right now. Actually I just don’t have a horse at the moment, so I’ve just been riding other people’s since I’ve been in Addison.” Her enthusiasm was contagious, really, chuckling again as she said that he should go to the next con with her, nodding. “That sounds pretty good to me, if you haven’t changed your mind about whether you like me or not by the end of tonight,” he answered. “And as long as I don’t have to go to any race meets at the same time, because that would be a pain to try and work around unless they happened to be in the same city, or at least close.” Well, of course, he had to think about work first, the last thing he needed was to lose rides. - - - - - - - - - - you and me, we like the same kind of music, that's why we make a good you and me, we got style baby, we know how to use it, that's why we make a good you and me, you know what I'm going to say before my mouth even makes a sound and that's why we make a good you and me

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[Eli Monroe Young]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] “Really, really,” Eli answered, chuckling slightly as he spoke. It probably wasn’t every day she got a complete stranger to agree to fly across the country to go to one with her… then again, it wasn’t every day he agreed to go flying across the country with a complete stranger either. But she didn’t give him the serial killer vibe, which was enough for him right now. He nodded when she started talking again. “Both sound good to me, as long as I’m not already booked… fairly sure I wouldn’t be alive to actually go with you if I told some of the trainers I can’t go ride their horses because I’m going to Comicon,” he replied, laughing. Darius would probably murder him if he did, not that he would, his job did have to come first after all. And he just shook his head when she said that he would probably be irritated with her by the end of the night, looking across at her. “Probably not, it takes a hell of a lot to annoy me. And if you haven’t done it already I doubt you’ll manage it. And I want to go, I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t, honestly.” Soon they were at the restaurant, not even really noticing that she had opened the door for him, walking to the table that they were pointed towards, seating himself opposite her, whilst letting a mock thoughtful look cross his face as she asked him if he would be cosplaying or not. “I might have the bone structure to pull off dressing as a woman…” he said, the tone of his voice dead serious as he spoke, before breaking out into a grin a few moments later. “Nah, I think I’d go as Rogers. I mean, since I’m already halfway there it seems like the most logical choice… despite the fact where I’m probably a whole two feet shorter than I need to be.” - - - - - - - - - - you and me, we like the same kind of music, that's why we make a good you and me, we got style baby, we know how to use it, that's why we make a good you and me, you know what I'm going to say before my mouth even makes a sound and that's why we make a good you and me

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[atrb=background, i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/IndieMid_zps4c16545a.png] Indie laughed, shaking her head and looking shocked. ”Oh, is Comicon not priority to everything, jobs included?” She said with a measure of awe in her voice. She did understand, and was rather glad that her job consisted of blogging and whatever charity or nonprofit she happened to be helping at any specific time, if any. She’d done a lot of environmental studies and things, and was something of an influential voice to some regarding political matters that involve animals, people in need, and the planet. That was about the entirety of her job, and she sometimes got paid but often ended up living off the money she gets from her parents, and quenching the guilt of living such a way by helping everyone around her rather than herself. She smiled, leaning back and putting her hand to her chin, stroking an invisible beard. She pretended to carefully examine Eli for a few seconds, nodding in agreement. ”Oh yes, in my professional opinion, you could most certainly be a woman.” She said in a deep, gruff tone, imitating a voice of a man. Of course, she’d guessed that he’d be going as Rogers, and now she intended to hold him to that. ”Oh, hush. At least you don’t need to find ways to make yourself look gender bent.” She stuck out her tongue momentarily at him. ”Because I’m clearly so lady-like.” She added. When a waiter showed up, she quickly placed her order of steak fajitas, and looked to Eli. After he ordered, she cleared her throat. ”I was lying earlier, by the way. I’m paying whether you like it or not.” She clarified sternly, making it as obvious as she could that she wasn’t joking, despite her currently hyper mood. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : carry me home – we are the in crowd

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[Eli Monroe Young]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] He let out an overdramatic sigh. “I wish. But apparently trainers don’t like it when you tell them you’re switching out riding for them for cosplaying for a weekend,” he answered, grinning and chuckling again as he spoke. At least he had a job he loved, it wasn’t like he was paid in peanuts for it either, but that wasn’t the reason he did it. Riding had been the one thing he had done growing up that let him escape from his shithole of a childhood, and if his foster father hadn’t introduced him to it when he had been living with them, he didn’t know where he would be right now, or what he would be doing. He owed a lot to the sport. “Pepper Pots it is then,” he replied jokingly, laughing again. He looked across the table at her, shrugging slightly when she spoke again. “I don’t know about that, it might not be too hard… I mean, I guess people do it all the time so there must be a way to do it,” he said, pausing as a waiter finally came up to their table to take their orders, letting her order first before ordering himself a burrito, looking back over at Indi as the waiter walked away again to get their food. “I had a feeling you were going to say that. It’s not like I’m broke or anything, you know,” he answered, looking pointedly across the table at her, although obviously he wasn’t annoyed by it. - - - - - - - - - - you and me, we like the same kind of music, that's why we make a good you and me, we got style baby, we know how to use it, that's why we make a good you and me, you know what I'm going to say before my mouth even makes a sound and that's why we make a good you and me

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iron | 253 | outfit | *rolls*

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