Elliot Dawson | Reedsville

“$13.24,” Elliot says monotonously, eyes nearly dead as he watches the customer, an elderly woman, fish out exact change from her purse. He feels his eyebrow twitch, but it’s covered by his pale hair as his expression grows more and more tired. When she finally has the correct amount, she hands it to him with a condescending smile that makes his skin crawl.

“You know, dearie, you’d be much better at your job if you smiled,” she offers without being asked. Elliot’s eyes darken, lip curling up into a silent sneer as he swipes the money away from her.

“Have a good day,” he harshly responds, and her face pinches before she hurries out of the store. As soon as the door to the convenience store closes, Elliot finally releases a breath he feels he’s been holding for hours, his black, chipped nails digging into the check out counter as a horrible, crippling sense of what can only be described as despair washes over him. But then, that stupid little goddamn bell is dinging, and he’s forced to be a person again, exhaling hard as he straightens. Flat eyes look to the new customer, and strangely, they spark with a flicker of… something, as Elliot recognizes them - CraveU user, from his school years. They don’t live here anymore though, last he knew. Not that he… checks up on them or anything.

An eyebrow quirks just slightly, betraying a hint of interest, but his voice is low and lame as he simply greets CraveU user with a,

“... Hey.”