"naw, i just don't believe in this bullshit." elijah gestures a rough hand at all the lace, bouquets, and ornaments. "so guess i am looking for hook ups."

his eldegoss leaps and dips its head over the table. a paper card slips from its round crown and slides onto the table cloth before wolfgang.

"and business."

elijah says as the business card is dropped. the eldegoss floats back to the ground. slowly.

"interested in plants?"

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"mechanic?"

innuendos rattle around in elijah's forest of a mind. it's too easy. still, they have something in common with their inclination for handiwork.

"sure. my schedule's pretty full—"

elijah wonders if he's getting too deep. in his apathy, he finds himself adding numbers and names to an itinerary that had been void of such pleasure.

"—but i can make room for tonight."

guess this is networking.

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elijah fights a sigh.

he doesn't understand why this happens so often. what's in the drinking water? an acrid memory of a blond man lines his gums. thankfully, he hasn't seen the harasser in a long time. underneath the table, his knuckles knock on wood.

"no. time's up." elijah grunts. he lifts himself from his chair as his eldegoss attends to him. "see you around. and think about the plants. cash only."

he leaves wolfgang and his typhlosion as the bell chimes.

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