fifth mark; action.

[feycarved]

[Though he was plenty wary of the springs when they first appeared, even Elijah finds it difficult to resist a temptation like this. He's waited to find a particularly secluded area, far from any potential passersby or millers-about, before stripping down and settling in, but so far it's been completely worth it. Just as long as no one drops in on him, not when the grimoire on his back is exposed and vulnerable...]

( OOC: which obviously means he is totally open to harassment from whoever. :D he also has his device nearby, if anyone wants to hit him up that way!)

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[totallyinaband]

[Lucky for you, mister. You actually stumbled upon the pool one Stephen Stills was using. He'd ducked out to hit up the fruit stand again and comes back with a grapefruit and a few tangerines. He stops just close enough to see someone in his prime hiding spot. Of great, now he has to find a new one. There is some glaring coming in your direction, Elijah.]

[feycarved]

[Oh. Whoops.

As soon as he realizes he's not alone, there's some quick repositioning on Elijah's part to make sure no part of his back is visible to the other man.] Got a problem, son?

[totallyinaband]

No.

[Yes.]

I'm just going to find... somewhere else.

[Not looking, nope.]</small.

[feycarved]

You'd best go on and do that.

[He doesn't miss any of those stolen glances, which is at least partly why he isn't exactly quick to welcome the kid to stay. It's mostly his grimoire, of course, that's got him eager to stay on his own, even if he can't detect an ounce of magical talent (and therefore actual danger) from him.]

[totallyinaband]

Uh, yeah. See you around, man.

[Awkwardly backing out now.]