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[h3][color=783DE9]Elio [color=964DD7]a[/color][/color][color=B45DC4]n[/color][color=D26DB2]d[/color] [color=F07D9F]Hannah[/color][/h3]
[sub]feat. [color=FACADE]Teddy Douglas[/color] and [color=e97451]Callen Warren[/color][/sub][/center]
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Eli had the distinct feeling the big, lost look in his eyes was finally paying dividends when his personal space was suddenly intruded upon. Almost violently so. 

Even as Hannah came within inches of a collision, Eli didn’t flinch. He’d seen her coming: Generally, crashing into someone wasn’t a split-second thing. In the moment, it was—but that neglected the usual buildup of missteps and poor path plotting that put one or both of the crashees on their collision course.
Which was a smart-sounding way of saying she very obviously, visually clearly, wasn’t looking where she was going. 

[color=783DE9]“I noticed,”[/color] Eli replied softly, bluntly, not looking away from the dorm listings. From the mouth of someone else, it might have sounded like a snarky stab—But there wasn’t a hint of malice in his tone. It was the simple, honest truth, as he was compelled to tell it: He indeed had noticed she wasn’t paying attention. He would have moved, but he wasn’t finished reading the list until…Just about now, actually. 

His introduction was far curter. He turned from the list, facing Hannah with a personable, but restrained smile. [color=783DE9]“Elio. Or Eli. Whichever you prefer.”[/color] Previously sounding English, the undertones of his accent now finally broke through: The “r”s in “whichever” and “prefer” rolled off the tongue in a distinctly Spanish sense, revealing a pleasant Anglo-Spanish linguistic fusion. He pointed to his name on the list, his nails painted a deep black.

[color=783DE9]“Hemlock?”[/color] He remarked, finally a note of intrigue creeping into his tone. [color=783DE9]“Mm. Werewolves.”[/color]
A man of few words, it seemed—but not for long. 
[color=783DE9]“You’re lucky. I got the vampires. Apparently they’re supposed to be…”[/color] He narrowed his eyes. Eli chewed his words, tossing each possible descriptor around on his tongue to feel it out. 
[color=783DE9]“...Assholes,”[/color] he finally landed on, succinctly. [color=783DE9]“...Allegedly.” [/color]
Allegedly was the operative word. His sources, in their hirsuteness, weren’t exactly unbiased spectators. 

[color=783DE9]“Harmless? It’s twenty-five metres tall,”[/color] he furrowed his brow, seeming confused. [color=783DE9]“You could easily crush someone with that. It'd be a lot harder to treat than poisoning, too.”[/color]
Once again, it was clear he wasn’t trying to be snarky. He seemed to be genuinely convinced Hannah had failed to consider gravity in her judgement of deadliness. 

Hadn’t she asked him something, actually? 
[color=783DE9]“I guess we could take a look around. I dunno, I thought there would be a…tour, or something. For us,”[/color] Eli gestured between them, neophytes united. [color=783DE9]“But no,”[/color] he sighed, forlornly. [color=783DE9]“We have to figure it out ourselves. Which is a good way to excuse trespassing.”[/color]
Beckoning Hannah to follow, Eli strode off into the crowd, unflappable. 

[color=783DE9]“I don’t get this whole supernatural thing just yet,”[/color] he mused idly as they went, heading in the opposite direction of anyone seeming in dire need of a suntan. [color=783DE9]“Why do they hate each other, again?”[/color] He cast a glance between a pale-looking young man, scowling up a flight of stairs, and a copper-haired woman, sat by the dormitory listings.
Oh. [i]That[/i] was the tour-guide, wasn’t it? 
That was intimidating. They had to go up and ask for help themselves? No thank you. At least if she’d went rounding them all up beforehand, he’d have nowhere to run. Besides, she was all the way over there, and they were all the way over here, and there were so many bodies between them. 
That was a lot of effort for something that would expedite the process of discovery whilst simultaneously bureaucratising it. 

[color=783DE9]“You’re not as clueless as me about all this, are you? The supernatural, I mean. I was trying to look lost in the hallway, back there, so someone who wasn’t would swoop in and let me interrogate them.” [/color]
He was awfully forthcoming about all of this. 
[color=783DE9]“I’m not sure if it worked.”[/color]
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