It's a very profound question, at least to Elliot's wine addled brain. Why not, indeed. Well, there are a few very good reasons that Elliot can think of off the top of his head, but none of them really seem to carry as much weight as they would if he were sober and not currently hating his very existence.
You see, for Elliot Nightray, right now he's hit a low. His cat is probably dead, his brother's passed out recovering from using his Chain but probably prone for another mental breakdown soon, his boyfriend/servant is in one of those pods taking a nap for who knows how long, and on top of it all, he's still grappling with the fact he's dead. Or was dead. Will be dead? He's not sure how what Gilbert told him works exactly, considering he's pretty alive and fleshy right now. (Although one could argue he feels pretty dead on the inside.)
The poke to his cheek has him cocking his head to the side, ever so slightly, taking a moment to re-examine Chuuya's face and features. It's not like he's ugly or anything like that. He's charming in his own right and sly. He reminds him of a fox a bit, especially with that red hair he's got and sharp blue eyes...but he won't say as much, because that'll probably get him laughed at.
It's definitely not the smartest move Elliot's ever made in his life, when he decides to wordlessly lean in, determined to plant a kiss on Chuuya's lips. It's not the most coordinated move either, as he ends up missing his mark and kissing the corner of his mouth instead. Even so, the intention's there and so is the answer to the question he'd just been asked.]
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It's a very profound question, at least to Elliot's wine addled brain. Why not, indeed. Well, there are a few very good reasons that Elliot can think of off the top of his head, but none of them really seem to carry as much weight as they would if he were sober and not currently hating his very existence.
You see, for Elliot Nightray, right now he's hit a low. His cat is probably dead, his brother's passed out recovering from using his Chain but probably prone for another mental breakdown soon, his boyfriend/servant is in one of those pods taking a nap for who knows how long, and on top of it all, he's still grappling with the fact he's dead. Or was dead. Will be dead? He's not sure how what Gilbert told him works exactly, considering he's pretty alive and fleshy right now. (Although one could argue he feels pretty dead on the inside.)
The poke to his cheek has him cocking his head to the side, ever so slightly, taking a moment to re-examine Chuuya's face and features. It's not like he's ugly or anything like that. He's charming in his own right and sly. He reminds him of a fox a bit, especially with that red hair he's got and sharp blue eyes...but he won't say as much, because that'll probably get him laughed at.
It's definitely not the smartest move Elliot's ever made in his life, when he decides to wordlessly lean in, determined to plant a kiss on Chuuya's lips. It's not the most coordinated move either, as he ends up missing his mark and kissing the corner of his mouth instead. Even so, the intention's there and so is the answer to the question he'd just been asked.]