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Elliot wasn't really sure what he expected from Bastien but it certainly wasn't what ended up happening. The darker-haired male at the keyboard stood up, now Elliot was 1 inch shy of 6 feet which made him pretty tall so to have someone be able to stare down at him was a little off putting. Combined with the way he spoke his name and stared at him began to make him feel a whole lot smaller, if Elliot had been feeling uncomfortable before now he was downright miserable. He took a step back to try and escape the hellish situation was in but apparently god was not on his side that day and thought it would be amusing to see him suffer...there was a damn wall right behind him. 

[color=f6989d]"Dude, do you have to be so damn close?"[/color] He asked, more muttered actually. Bastien whispering did nothing to help this weird scenario. Based on the way that he was talking Elliot was pretty damn sure that the other male was getting a kick out of it all. He could feel his face getting hot as his annoyance level flared up, he had to dig his nails into the palm of his hand to stop himself from pushing this guy away, he had been trying extremely hard to not act on his emotions and didn't want to ruin his good streak.

God he hated the smile that was on his face, he even had the audacity to think he stooped so low as to post his art on Instagram. He felt some relief when Bastien took a step backk, Elliot took that opportunity to move off to the side away from him. [color=f6989d]"You know, I was giving you a compliment earlier because I thought that being able to play an instrument was really awesome, but apparently your too much of a dick to accept it."[/color] Elliot might have been able to hold himself back physically but there was no way he was going to be able to hold his tongue. 

He was annoyed and pissed, a combination that probably didn't do too well together. Elliot walked over to the stairs that led back downstairs, turning slightly to look at Bastien again with an angry look. [color=f6989d]"Anyone would have seen that I was being nice so fuck you, dude. Also I would never post my art to Instagram, that would be an insult to my photos."[/color] With that he walked down the stairs to the lower level of the cabin, meandering his way through the throng of students who were still partying and dancing to the booming music. He was hot and just wanted to go back the apartment, it had been a mistake to even come to the damned party in the first place.

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