[color=#9d9751]“Heh… Well, I definitely wouldn’t mind company. Sorry to say that you were right about needing a shower, though. I got busy after my morning workout and I probably stink.”[/color]

Now more aware of the bugs that crawled on him, Elijah used scratching his head as a way to stop a weevil from poking its absurdly long nose out. At least the stranger– Er, uh. Sorrel. Was humble. Sort of? This humble-ness was of stark contrast with the fight earlier. [color=#9d9751]”I was just going to hit up Taco Bell. They have food that I can almost pretend is healthy enough to be worth eating.”[/Color] He laughed after that, more out of nerves than humor.

Assuming Sorrel did nothing to stop him, he started off down the road. [color=#9d9751]“Normally, I’d try to eat a little healthier, but I’ve gotta go down to the station for work later– Oh. Uh. The firestation. I’m a firefighter. Should… should probably clarify that. I’m not a cop or something.”[/Color]

[color=#ed6885][i]No, Elijah. That is not a normal fucking thing to say. This guy probably wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. And this guy probably isn’t afraid that he’s a cop. Just cause someone talks about villains doesn’t mean they instantly are one. And you shouldn’t be interacting if he is.[/i][/color]