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Elliot watched the dark-haired male, he wasn't sure how he felt about the awkward silence that fell between them after Bastien had finished playing. In fact, it looked like the guy was more confused and he watched as he was looked over. Elliot was someone who didn't like to cause problems, which honestly was hard considering there have been many times where he'd almost punched someone. He wanted to go through school and finish without much of a hassle, that didn't mean he was an anti-social person either though.

He enjoyed talking to people and loved to see others laugh and smile, none of that was going on right now though. Elliot could understand if maybe Bastien wasn't comfortable talking with him, after all he had sorta snuck up here like a creepy creep. But based on the look on his face he didn't even know who Elliot was, sure they had maybe only spoke in passing on or twice but did he need to make it so obvious?

As if god wanted to make him look like a fool Bastien straight up asked who he was. Elliot blinked a few times, oh god what did someone say in a situation like this? He felt his face grow warm as he started feel a little embarrassed, he didn't blame the guy for not remembering him but he didn't think that he was so...forgettable. was he just so uncool and uninteresting that people couldn't even remember his face or name? Dear lord.

Elliot realized he'd been standing there for almost a full minute without saying anything we'd while having his identity crisis. He felt awkward now and was internally wishing he had stayed home. The boy backed away a bit from the piano, lifting an arm and rubbing the back of his head. [color=f6989d]"I'm Elliot Thatcher...we've spoken once or twice. I don't really know who you are...I just heard the piano from outside and got curious."[/color] 

His fight or flight instincts were kicking in and Elliot desperately wanted to choose flight, he hated not knowing what to say in a conversation, was thos really even a conversation? With that feeling of wanting to run away came annoyance and anger, he had to really push those down and not act on them, he really wasn't in the mood for Mac to give him a lecture on how he needed to control his emotions.

[color=f6989d]"You just don't look like the kind of dude who can play so well....you look like one of those foreign runway models who think they are the shit."[/color]

An odd comparison indeed but it was the first thing that popped into his head. Elliot fiddled with the edge of his sweater, a nervous tick that resulted in many of his clothes looking frayed. [color=f6989d]"Sorry if I offended your or something, I can go if you want me to."[/color] He offered, looking at anything and everything but Bastien.


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