Snippet #1914114

"Good, good, I don't like little dudes getting sad!"

He patted the boy on the head and looked up at the flickering lights, feeling his heart race in anticipation. "Haunted house games?" The boy asked, cocking his head. "I didn't hear anything about that, but if it is, dude, that's like awesome!"

Now I can be ultra-creeper! MUWAHA!

When the lights went out, Elliot disappeared into the darkness. "Hey, guys. You still there?" He asked. "Though, I'm really serious. I didn't hear anything about haunted house games."

The boy smiled in the darkness and put an arm around Bill's and the bishounen boy's shoulder. "Though, we'll be fine, because your guardian is here!" He said, his idiotic grin plastered on his face even in the darkness. "I heard in these types of games, it's a contest to see who scares who first, so I guess we'll be a team if that's the point of it. Unless I can scare you two, but I'm too much of a pacifist, unless of course, this isn't actually a game."

He blinked once, then felt himself feel like he was going to freak out. "Like, did someone die in here or something? OH GOD, DID SOMEONE GET MURDERED LIKE SCHRODINGER'S CAT?!"

The boy started cursing excessively in French, as in all honesty, he was freaking out, loosing his cool. His mojo, or whatever. "Oh mon dieu putain! OH MON DIEU PUTAIN! Pepe pepe pepe! PEPE! Mon ami! Je suis damne!"

Elliot grabbed onto both of the students and clutched onto both of their shoulders, shaking, his vibrations going down his arm, and they could probably feel him shaking. Most likely, though he avoided grabbing onto Michael, since he couldn't really see him.