never let you down!

even though eli does have to do a lot of fairly boring or irritating chores to prove himself to the diablos, that doesn’t seem to do make him any less happy or excited to be around them. whenever he’d going on a ride with the rest of the club, he’s unable to stop smiling the whole time, and the first time he was invited to come out drinking with some of the others he couldn’t stop grinning for the rest of the day until he passed out later that night when he got home. the diablos have been his most consistent source of joy since he first moved to texas, no matter whatever negative come with being a prospect.

hufflepuff. no question.

he used to be a morning person, but as he’s gotten older he’s definitely shifted towards being more owl than lark. maybe it’s because he has to do stuff for the diablos later in the day, maybe it’s just age - who’s to say.

the idea of family’s always been first and foremost priority to elijah, alongside his friends - but his actual biological family hasn’t been. while he does still miss the cousins he had to cut contact with when his father moved them down to texas, it took him apparently no time at all to be alright with leaving his parents behind a decade apart from one another - but they don’t count as his family anymore. the diablos are his family now - and they’re all that matter. he’d do anything for them.

oh his hair, definitely. the green does certainly make him stand out in a crowd, and even if it can be a giveaway as to who he is and thus his club if someone like a reaper’s seen him with them, he likes it - he got some friends to help him do it the night he moved into his new rental and, sure, it turned the bathroom into a mess, but it was one of the best nights of his life, even if he did end up having to go to big sal’s later that week to get it done properly.

eli’s not good at hiding when he’s happy or excited - he smiles like an idiot, doesn’t shut up, and when he does have to try and be subtle his eyes will still be shining and he’ll be doing all he can to avoid making eye contact which’ll immediately make him smile again.  

as far as he’s aware, no - but he is actually allergic to anaesthetic. as of yet he hasn’t been in a situation where finding this out would be possible, but it’s still there and a potential danger if he ever does land himself in an operating theatre. 

back when he still lived in seattle, the one occasion that the whole of his mother’s family would gather for was his grandmother’s birthday - they’d all go and pack into her tiny house, all his aunts, uncles, and cousins, and just spend a full day together. it was the only chance he got to see them all at once, and a few days after it’d happen he’d just start counting down to the next one - but that didn’t carry on into moving to texas. his father was estranged from his own family, so when they moved down, there wasn’t really much family to gather with, and most holidays were just skipped over. the closest thing he does have now to a family gathering is just meetings with the diablos - but really, that’s good enough for him. so long as the whole family's there, he's happy.

although he always seems to be happy when he’s just spending time around the rest of the diablos (because he is) some of the best times in his life has actually been spent with people outside of the club, or maybe just one or two of them away from their bikes - nights spent in his tiny rental, going through his old dvds or listening to music on the old silver cd player he’s had since he lived in seattle, just being able to sit back and have fun without risk of crashing or getting a punch to the face? that’s definitely when he’s at his happiest.

having spent the past odd minute or so looking over posters stuck up on the window of the hairdressers, one hand absentmindedly tugging at a strand of green hair, eli was suddenly brought back to attention when daisy began talking. turning back around and quickly taking up a spot sitting next to her, he reached out a hand to stroke momo’s back as the cat streaked off down the street, watching him leave with a small smile before turning his head back towards her, unable to stop himself from laughing. “oh, that’s a tragedy - you need to get one of those like, reality show camera crews, they’re always filming, aren’t they? a video’s much better than a photo. it’s what momo deserves.” he turned again, looking back up towards the window. “do you think i need to get this redone?” he asked, tugging at the green again, then added, “how do you think momo would look in green?”

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