_{send 👊 to straight up punch my muse in the face             ( accepting )}

        _{his head recoils back with a snap that has him gasping because what the fuck was that about? elwood’s hands shoot up to his nose, eyes widening on impulse as he takes note of the CRIMSON liquid seeping through his digits. his gaze turns towards the SOURCE of his injury, brows furrowing in confusion as he groans. he wishes he was embarrassed, is the thing, but he’s more impressed than anything. elwood rips out the tubes from his nose, letting the bloody PLASTIC hang around his neck. ❛ … how the fuck – you’re like .. a fuckin’ pocket rocket, or somethin’. ❜ he’s taking a not so subtle dig at her height, deliberately choosing to ignore the fact she’s not much smaller than he is. ❛ how’d ya’ even reach me? ❜}

 _{send 👊 to straight up punch my muse in the face             ( accepting )} 

      _{he’s pretty sure that somewhere along the line he’s done something to deserve that. for the time being, he’s a little PREOCCUPIED with the sting pressing against his nose, hands raising to his face in shock. it says a lot about elwood, really, that instead of looking ANGRY he looks amused ; clearly, being punched in the face is an all too regular occurrence. he licks the blood off his top lip from the spill over, beaming. ❛ … – – is this ‘cause i said i wasn’t LISTENIN’ to ya’? ‘cause sweetheart, please. tone down the theatrics ; if ya’ want my attention, just ask NICELY. ❜}