[ and kit does move as fast as he can, considering the fact that this is a Very Serious Matter, and also because he's curious as to how and why his friend's dead brother is suddenly Not Dead. as much as they live in a world of magic, this is beyond the unusual that has so long been a normality in his life, and he's worried (and he doesn't like it. he's not supposed to worry. he's not supposed to feel much of anything).
kit is worried about elliot, about grant, about what it could mean -- and whether or not someone is up to something, which he wouldn't be surprised about. bringing dead people back to life just like that? he doesn't know a necromancer skilled enough to do that.
it doesn't take him long before he's standing on elliot's doorstep for only a second before he's barging his way in, barely giving himself time to knock and announce himself. there's a frown on his face and he's noticeably unsettled, in the way one of his fists clench and the furrow between his brows, and he can already feel the worry lines forming at the edge of his eyes. ]
[ The first pair of dark eyes that met him weren't Elliot's but quickly Elliot was putting himself between his brother's gaze and grabbing Kit's hand, all but yanking him to the kitchen, away from Grant -- Grant who obviously knew they'd be talking about him anyway.
He spares a glance back out to the living room, uncomfortable, uneasy, and doesn't let go of Kit's hand immediately, until it seems to click he's still holding it and lets it go to run his hand through his blond hair, causing it to stick up a bit awkwardly. ]
There's someone out there, right? I'm not finally fucking losing it, am I?
[ His hands are shaking, he can feel it, and he keeps hearing a loud ringing in his ears. And he can't tell if he's too hot or too cold, but he's too something and it's freaked out. ]
Fuck. [ He doesn't wait for Kit's response, he just turns around and heads to his refrigerator and opens the top freezer before pulling out a bottle of vodka. He's not drunk enough for this. Elliot thought he'd be happy, he'd be celebrating, but he's just fucking freaked out. Sure, he might be happy when his body stops releasing adrenaline like he should be running or punching something. ]
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what is this?? action???
kit is worried about elliot, about grant, about what it could mean -- and whether or not someone is up to something, which he wouldn't be surprised about. bringing dead people back to life just like that? he doesn't know a necromancer skilled enough to do that.
it doesn't take him long before he's standing on elliot's doorstep for only a second before he's barging his way in, barely giving himself time to knock and announce himself. there's a frown on his face and he's noticeably unsettled, in the way one of his fists clench and the furrow between his brows, and he can already feel the worry lines forming at the edge of his eyes. ]
Elliot? Dude. What the fuck.
actiooooonnnnnn
He spares a glance back out to the living room, uncomfortable, uneasy, and doesn't let go of Kit's hand immediately, until it seems to click he's still holding it and lets it go to run his hand through his blond hair, causing it to stick up a bit awkwardly. ]
There's someone out there, right? I'm not finally fucking losing it, am I?
[ His hands are shaking, he can feel it, and he keeps hearing a loud ringing in his ears. And he can't tell if he's too hot or too cold, but he's too something and it's freaked out. ]
Fuck. [ He doesn't wait for Kit's response, he just turns around and heads to his refrigerator and opens the top freezer before pulling out a bottle of vodka. He's not drunk enough for this. Elliot thought he'd be happy, he'd be celebrating, but he's just fucking freaked out. Sure, he might be happy when his body stops releasing adrenaline like he should be running or punching something. ]