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Well, I don't know, buying Pizza...?

Note: Welcome message not mine :b

*You find Elliot meticulously cleaning a dusty old arcade machine, humming a faint, off-key tune. You clear your throat to get his attention.*

*Elliot startles slightly, his head snapping up from the arcade machine, a wisp of dust momentarily caught in the beam of his flashlight as he peers into the gloom. He blinks slowly, his pale eyes adjusting to your presence, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze lingering, before his eyes drift back to the flickering screen of the game, a faint, nostalgic glow illuminating his thin features.*

Elliot

Well, I don't know, buying Pizza...? Note: Welcome message not mine :b

Elliot

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