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. ❜
she isn’t stupid. & although she’s tired, almost ready to admitting she’s exhausted, she still knows when she’s not being listened to. but nevaeh continues anyway, rattling off tale after tale of her professor. an annoyed glare is sent towards, along with an extended middle finger before she eventually pauses her own speech to respond. ❛ props to you for looking interested, then. something else on your mind ? ❜
something else on your mind? oh, if she only knew that the entire problem is there’s nothing on his mind ; he isn’t feeling anything. rolling his head to the side, elwood offers the fainest smile, but there’s no emotion behind it. he isn’t even feeling particularly CRUEL – he’s just .. not feeling. ❛ … somethin’ on my mind, sweetheart? na’, don’t think so. ‘n even if there was, you’d be the last person i’d be telling. ❜
he isn’t ashamed to admit that he zoned out quite a while back, but he’s at least attempting to look engaged with whatever she’s saying. truth be told, elwood isn’t the easiest to keep occupied, and his attention span could do with a little improvement, but the bottom line is he really doesn’t care. he’s been distracted for long enough that he couldn’t tell you what she’s talking about for the life of him, and so he figures that’s his cue. sighing, elwood looks at his nails momentarily, before his head lolls to the side, raising a brow.
❛
– are you still talking? m’gonna be honest, i really don’t care. ❜
// @damnedhollow
aaaaa he doesn’t even know her name yet !! they don’t have a relationship but he thinks she’s kinda rude, just because elwood thinks anyone who doesn’t a) worship the ground he walks on or b) snaps at him isn’t worth his time and he will 10/10 have an immediate dislike for them . there’s potential there tho cause he’s a lot calmer now than he used to be, and nevaeh will grow on him i’m sure !!
frustration clouds her mind, arms staying crossed and teeth grit together noisily, hoping to annoy him ( she’s not 100% sure it’ll work, not even 50% sure. )“ not deliberate? you walked straight into me, asshole. ” mildy concerned about the crimson flow cascading from his nose, she holds out half a tissue to him. “ it’s all i have, take it. you look like you need it more than i do.”
he wonders what her issue is, what he’s done for her to be so rude – crashing into her was an accident, but to elwood, she’s acting like he deliberately attempted to knock her down. ❛ clearly, sweetheart, m’fuckin’ distracted. ❜ blood pools through his fingers, the boy grounding as he tips his head back, accepting the tissue with his free hand. ❛ – right, thank you. ❜
brown eyes roll & slender arms are raised, her voice rising in pitch. ❝ what’s wrong with you ? this is my best shirt ! ❞
the ringing in his ears had only throughout the day, and elwood found himself cursing the inevitable more than once. – so when the blood finally starts to pour from his nose he winces, hand flying to cover the crimson liquid. in his haste to retreat, he hadn’t noticed the oncoming body and ( because his life truly is a cliche ) he’d walked straight into her. “ look – clearly it wasn’t fuckin’ deliberate. ”
