[ sometime before, the magician eliot had also encountered the exact same convenience store. he was injured not even a week before all this, but his assumption when stepping into the grandfather clock had been to arrive in fillory, where there are healers to help with sorting out the traditionally patched up axe wound to his abdomen. this is definitely not fillory, and he doesn't have enough pain pills for this.
he's toward the back of the building, skimming shelves of pharmaceuticals for anything he can bring with him. he'd found a shoddy bag with a zip in another aisle. it's while eliot's shoving bottles into it (all of them; he can throw out the useless shit later) when he hears someone trotting in. he immediately ducks from sight, keeping as still as he can.
when nothing seems to happen after, the man just shuffling about like he's lost too and trying to make sense of things, eliot thinks that maybe this is actually a good thing. they say there's strength in numbers, right?
he peeks over the shelf after the man grouses aloud to himself (the statement felt quite mutually) and watches him root around a little. eliot stands tall again before speaking up. ]
Don't take all the cigarettes please. I'm dying enough as it is, and sharing is caring.
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he's toward the back of the building, skimming shelves of pharmaceuticals for anything he can bring with him. he'd found a shoddy bag with a zip in another aisle. it's while eliot's shoving bottles into it (all of them; he can throw out the useless shit later) when he hears someone trotting in. he immediately ducks from sight, keeping as still as he can.
when nothing seems to happen after, the man just shuffling about like he's lost too and trying to make sense of things, eliot thinks that maybe this is actually a good thing. they say there's strength in numbers, right?
he peeks over the shelf after the man grouses aloud to himself (the statement felt quite mutually) and watches him root around a little. eliot stands tall again before speaking up. ]
Don't take all the cigarettes please. I'm dying enough as it is, and sharing is caring.