STRANGE KID.

        SCENES LIKE THESE usually cause eyes to cower, but not tiki’s. his brown hues were fixated to fingers working tweezers. he rarely blinked, and his face remained unmoving until the small procedure was finished.

          ❝ you’re welcome… but it the… metal things didn’t seem very helpful,

❞ he sighed,

❝ they never… are.

❞

                _{———IT WAS A STRANGE STATEMENT OF WHICH HE COULD NOT IGNORE. eyes lingering on the bent end of the tweezers, he shifted his gaze back to the young man he’d borrowed them from. had he seen him just then? approaching with an arm outstretched, rusted kit in hand, elliot subtly loosened his grip and allowed it to fall from his grasp.}

     _{❝ oh shit—! ❞}