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((Eli loves you so much you have no idea.))

Despite being a rather simple person to figure out, Eli was a person of many interests. There were many things Eli liked, many things Eli didn't like, and man things Eli loved. One of such things that Eli absolutely adored, was the sight of pretty, and preferably shiny, things, whether these be objects, people, events or scenery. While the blonde couldn't exactly claim to be cultured enough to properly appreciate all the things of beauty that the juggler saw (There was only so much that one could expect from a circus performer and a high-school dropout after all), it was always good to have a very clear view of what constituted as your own idea of beauty.

For example, while the juggler had never been much of a poet, Eli thought that the lake sparkling in the early morning sunlight was very pretty. See, even dropouts could be cultured too if they wanted, right?

Now on to cruder examples. Eli also thought that a certain Iyokou Arata had a very fine a** face, which was now not obscured by the mask that the silly boy decided to wear around all the time. (Honestly, he'd probably get himself laid once a while if he didn't keep hiding his face like that. But no, he insists on keeping his precious 'virginity' and that stick up that aforementioned pretty a**.)

Therefore, it was because Eli thought that Iyokou had a pretty face, that the blonde juggler was now totally-not-creepily following him (No, not stalking. Stalking's not a pretty word.) to the lake near the Cirque du Noire grounds. It surprised the blonde a bit that the ribbon dancer would even enter such "germ-infested" waters, but, it would be ungrateful and unladylike to look a gift horse in the mouth, and Eli was certainly a lady if anything, so as look as Eli got to stare at that a** face, it was all good.

Wide grin stretching across the blonde's face, Eli hid behind a bush on the shores of the lake, down on all fours. The juggler had to remember to be quiet, and hope that the ribbon dancer would strip a bit more. Now that would be pretty. Fantasizing as to what that glorious scenario would be like, a small involuntary sigh escaped the blonde's lips.

((Sorry for writing so much, but Eli wouldn't stop. I've really forgotten how difficult, and fun, it is to write Eli. xD))

((Magical bag of stuff now, orly?))

Had Eli ever been the poetic sort, the blonde might have thought about the way water dripped sensual paths down the younger boy's back as he bathed, or how the acrobat's long, impossibly feminine and certainly unnaturally-colored locks cascaded downwards, heavy with the weight of water, like purple and green waterfall. Had this been some sort of fictional animated work, the world might have turned pink and filled with sparkles and bubbles, save for the slender figure of the youth.

But sadly, neither of these were the case, so Eli just settled for wiping up the short trail of drool that had begun to dribble down the juggler's chin.

Oops, had Eli made a noise? Iyokou was now staring very, very sharply right in the direction of the bush. Searching for a plan, not knowing what to do, Eli decided to settle for something simple, and hopefully effective. The blonde made a very convincing cat noise. (Hey, Narrator! Sarcasm isn't pretty either!)

"Meow~"

The blonde tried letting out a few more pathetic meowing sounds, before giving up and standing. "Such a bad sport, Yoyo.You could have at least pretended that I was a cat," Eli complained, arms akimbo. Brushing a stray lock away in an imitation of a hair flip, the juggler walked forward out of the bushes.

"Anyways, how's the water?" Eli asked casually, as if the blonde hadn't been caught spying on him bathing barely moments ago. "And if you don't mind me saying, you really shouldn't cover your face like that all the time. It's quite pretty."

Giving a small close-eyed smile, Eli took the blonde's own shoes and dropped them on the ground, before sitting on the edge of the lake to dip feet into the water. Toes wiggling gleefully, the juggler giggled slightly before looking back at the acrobat.

"But aren't there prevention medicines and stuff? I mean, there's gotta be some way that you can show your face without the mask sometimes. Beauty isn't meant to be hidden behind closed curtains, you know," the blonde said, finger pointed upwards in a show of faux wisdom. "As for following you, well, you said it yourself, didn't you? You get sick really easily, so isn't it better to have someone looking after you in case you suddenly collapse or something?"

Sighing wistfully, the blonde looked skywards with a disappointed expression. "I know, I know, but still, it can't hurt to hope, can it?" Eli stretched both arms upwards. "One day," the blonde muttered softly, folding all fingers into a fist other than the index and thumb fingers before positioning them like a camera lens or photo frame. "I'll be able to look at that pretty face all day without you needing to complain. Just you wait."

Tilting head slightly to the side, Eli grinned in response to the boy's glare, utterly unaffected. "Of course I didn't. But it's a nice thought isn't it? Take it as a form of flattery. Besides, doesn't that mean that you don't trust the ringmaster either?"