[ He laughs, very much late to his own joke. No, neither of them had meant to come on to the other, and he had made a joke of it. The humor dies as the laugh turns to a garbled cough, a drop of the drink catching in his throat. When he clears it again, he croaks- ]
Elliot, then. Gildor.
[ He's in no mood for his usual formality. Simply Gildor is better than the unnecessary mouthful of Mr. Helyanwe tonight.
The bottle is planted in the sand, and suddenly his hands are free to conduct. They wave in sloppy but practiced motions in the air above him to the sounds only he- or they- can hear. There's an added thrumming he notes. The tapping of fingers that might annoy someone else is a welcome addition, as long as Elliot maintains that time. ]
Violin. Or violins, rather.
[ Because there's hardly ever just one playing in his head. There's a deeper sound too, which then comes to the forefront. An instrument he hasn't been able to get out of his head since his last meeting with Misato, playing the one song Shinji knew over and over and over. ]
no subject
Elliot, then. Gildor.
[ He's in no mood for his usual formality. Simply Gildor is better than the unnecessary mouthful of Mr. Helyanwe tonight.
The bottle is planted in the sand, and suddenly his hands are free to conduct. They wave in sloppy but practiced motions in the air above him to the sounds only he- or they- can hear. There's an added thrumming he notes. The tapping of fingers that might annoy someone else is a welcome addition, as long as Elliot maintains that time. ]
Violin. Or violins, rather.
[ Because there's hardly ever just one playing in his head. There's a deeper sound too, which then comes to the forefront. An instrument he hasn't been able to get out of his head since his last meeting with Misato, playing the one song Shinji knew over and over and over. ]
And cello.