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[kepthishead]

[so camp, being what it is, moved Elliot from his room into the middle of camp. how kind of it! It also brought the piano with him while he was practicing. how ... kind ... of it? He's not impressed.]

What the - I was in the middle of something! How am I supposed to move this back now?

((OOC: NAPTIME i will pick up later &mhearts;))

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[gavehimhead]

[Wasn't that piano in your room]

[gavehimhead]

If you don't mind everyone crowding around you like this, it's fine. Alice seems to enjoy hearing you play.

[kepthishead]

They'd probably crowd anyway.

[he says nothing about the Alice thing, just blushes. WORST MASTER EVER.]

[gavehimhead]

[I have this sudden urge to poke at that. No idea why.]

You probably shouldn't stay out here, though. It seems you're getting flushed from the heat.

[kepthishead]

[because you are a terrible friend.]

What? Leo!

[he buries his face in his hands oh god MY LIFE IS EMBARRASSING.]

[gavehimhead]

I'm just concerned for your health.

[kepthishead]

I'm fine!

[gavehimhead]

[putting a hand to Elliot's forehead]

You can never be too careful. If you catch a fever then I'll be the one who has to look after you.

[kepthishead]

[he slaps it away.]

I'm not sick!

[gavehimhead]

[expected that]

Then I wonder why you're so flushed.

[kepthishead]

It's nothing! Leo, you're fussing over nothing!

[gavehimhead]

I'm not fussing, I'm taking preemptive measures.

[kepthishead]

You are fussing and dressing it up in a different name doesn't make it any different.

[gavehimhead]

Then I will desist with "fussing" and instead point out that you're blushing and it's embarrassing to watch.

[kepthishead]

[he's still burying his face in his hands]

It's not that bad, Leo.

[gavehimhead]

It's mortifying, actually.