hate is quite dangerous

to: ??? from: shiro

TO: ??? FROM: ELIJAH

[txt]: oh aren't u just the cutest thing

[txt]: i can text u his coordinates rn

[txt]: [address attachment]

[txt]: and trust me i wouldnt miss this 4 the world i will b right there in fact i might even be on my way rn

TO: elijah☆san FROM: azubun

aah... its elijahsan...

is toddsan a friend of yours... ...?

...is it fine if i hurt him a little (ﾉ´□`)ﾉ

TO: AZUSA♥ FROM: ELIJAH

[txt]: oh yes we are the closest of friends you could even say we were ... better than friends .....

[txt]: (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ

» literally replies four days later

[txt]: please delete this number

TO: TODD ALLISON FROM: ELIJAH~

[txt]: where you been at for like 4 whole days???

[txt]: thats silly i cant delete ur #

[txt]: what if i need a quick tuna salad

[txt]: or a sandwich spread

[txt]: did you know mayo can be applied to sunburns

[txt]: u might need 2 remember that

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TO: BADOU FROM: ELIJAH

[txt]: would i get you killed badou???

[txt]: i cant believe thats what you think of me!!!!

[txt]: im hurt 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

TO: Shitty Boss #1 FROM: Badou

TO: BADOU FROM: ELIJAH

[txt]: don't ask questions and it pays.... whatever your usual rate is

TO: ??? FROM: Badou

So, I need money. I mean, I’m so broke.

I’ll do anything for money. Odd jobs, anything you need.

TO: BADOU FROM: ELIJAH

Whether it was a good idea to ride in two rather large elephants into a charity ball was rather ridiculous question to ask.

This was great idea.

There was only one who was brave enough to make such a public spectacle had been a man fired to her company for about a year. Elijah had a certain flare for dramatics, one that Ultear rather enjoyed herself. This trait was certainly present as the two had concocted a plan that would be remembered at this ball, one that both had hoped would be the center of conversation for weeks to come. Of course, finding two elephants wasn’t that hard to find, not with the amount of money both of them had. And neither of them had any plans to mistreat the poor beasts, simply wanting to use them as center pieces to gain the attention they deserved.

♚ “Elijah, darling, we are not the most envied people yet then we have clearly not been trying hard enough.”

But how could they not be? Two beautiful young people, sat atop exotic creatures that only royalty would consider to ride, looking rather pampered as though they were better then everyone else. That was simply because they were better. And as she gave a small and waved to everyone they passed, Ultear laughed at them in her own mind. Such sad, weak fools.

Naturally, like all such suggestions Elijah received (which happened roughly 3 times a day, no less), he'd chosen to pretend as though he were suffering a momentary bout of temporary deafness and had proceeded to ignore said suggestion.

Meredith did not look terribly surprised when Elijah went ahead and did it anyway.

Everyone else, however, look suitably alarmed at the sight of two elephants in the limo line. And, atop, were Elijah and Ultear looking their very best (dressed to kill and equipped as well).

"Indeed!" He agrees, expression simply delighted while underfoot (literally) the valet and ball goers scramble in mild panic.

When the former attempts to inform them, while looking rather aghast with sweat dotting at his brow, that there is no parking for their particular vehicles (his voice going cracked upon this particular word), Elijah turns to Ultear with an expression of disbelief that looks entirely amiss as he sits perched atop a 5 ton elephant. "This is an outrage. What kind of valet service is this?" He tsks, and makes a mental note to complain to the Once-ler about it at, well, once.

Todd sits alone - eyes peering at text of a book, coffee in a styrofoam cup next to it still cooling down. He’s managed to tuck away to a cafe, idealism clouding his mind and tricking him into thinking he can make himself secluded and stay that way.

It’s his determined fixation that ruins him, probably.

Too busy focusing on the book (reading the words, refusing to pay mind to anything else), he moves his hand out.

Hot coffee suddenly spilling and searing itself on his lap.

(Less surprising if he were, in fact, willing to consider that perhaps the ease with which he does so has more to do with the fact that, perhaps, he is not quite as famous as he likes to imagine himself.)

With little more than a pair of very fashionable sunglasses and an equally fashionable and perfectly coordinated hat, Elijah becomes just another in a long line of customers waiting to fall victim to the world's most ingenious business plan - marketable addiction.

And he's quite content to slip in, get his caffeine fix, and slip out, but the world works in mysterious ways and today it comes in the form of an alarmingly pasty man with an admirably loud curse.

Elijah blinks, turns, and falls upon Todd Allison like a sudden storm. "Oh," he says. "You've got a little something." He smiles sweetly, his voice saccharine - and it's clear he's anything but. "Ah let me --" without warning or permission, he has a handkerchief in hand (as ridiculously expensive and fashionable as the rest of him) and he reaches forward to dab at the man's pants.

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For the first time in her life, Petunia is alone. She lives alone and on most nights eats alone and walks to places without the company of someone. She’s okay with that because she’s a lot more capable than what people tended to think. That’s probably why her mother had no qualms with her youngest leaving home, fresh out of high school.

It’s hard sometimes since the job she currently has doesn’t pay much, but she gets by. It’s mostly on easily microwavable meals and saving whatever change she might come across, but Petunia isn’t starving or freezing at night, so she’s fine with it. Actually, the nights are getting hotter and her window needs to be open more often than not, but that doesn’t bother the young woman either.

Despite the fact that she’s fine being on her own, she does miss her family, like now when she’s sitting on her couch and staring at the ceiling with nothing to do besides thinking. She’d call or text if her phone was working, but she didn’t have enough money to pay the bill this month, so she’d have to wait until next. She then remembers the payphone barely a minute walk away from the complex, and grabs her purse and keys immediately exiting the apartment with a soft click of the door.

There’s no one to greet on the way down or towards her destination, so Petunia gets there soon enough. She hopes on one would want to use the payphone anytime soon, but doubts it because they all have cellphones that work. She slips the coins into the slots and easily pushes in the numbers with little effort. As it rings, she twirls the cord around her finger, holding back the urge to hum while waiting.

Meredith, who has been blinking sleepily at him for days while trying to fight the same battle he always does in trying to keep up with Elijah's entirely erratic and often manic sleeping patterns, has already succumbed and is dozing lightly on the couch when Elijah's phone rings.

Though he has a vast array of cellphones - practically his own private media army - this particular one has always been, perhaps, the most private. It's the line he uses for friends and family (which happen to be one in the same), though the number flashing upon the screen is not familiar to him.

He frowns, finger hovering over the button to end the call, but in a fit of what he considers to be sleep-deprived judgement, he his accept instead.

"Petunia! Darling dearest honey bear chocolate mousse! How nice to hear your beautiful, melodious tones again. Oh, my dear, you absolutely give Beyoncé a run for her money!" And he should know, he'd met her. Personally. On multiple occasions. He considered reminding her of that, but (perhaps blessedly for Petunia's sake) did not. "I've missed you so terribly. I think my heart grows weaker with each passing second apart from my most darling, fantastic little sister."

A pause, a muffled conversation away from the receiver, and Elijah adds, "Ah yes! Meredith says hi as well. And to call more often!!! Oh, maybe that was me. But I am quite sure he backs me up on this."