As a celebrity, Elliot was expected to make an effort to go unrecognized. But then again, Elliot was Elliot
, and people like Elliot lived
for the attention of photographers and DRIFT fans, so long as the photographers caught him at a good angle and the fans didn't dare touch
him. Fortunately, he hadn't yet had any unfortunate encounters thus far, and any time he'd had to stop and give an autograph, they were courteous enough to let him be on his way without forcing onto him a fuck-ton of stupid questions.
He'd had some sort of purpose in being out here, he knew, apart from promoting his general existence as a famous idol. He was shopping for Christmas presents
or whatever, which was more so being done out of basic necessity, since people would probably go around throwing all kinds of fits if he sat and expected gifts from them and didn't give them anything in return. Still, he didn't spend nearly as much time shopping for his 'friends' as he did shopping for himself
, and it was only a given that ninety-percent of the contents of his shopping bags were intended for personal enjoyment.
He didn't really need the excuse to shop for himself, considering he used his mommy's money to spoil himself all year round
. But he would nonetheless embrace the 'holiday spirit', as it were, and indulge in a little bit of classic Aurozoran consumerism. In honor of Christmas
He'd also happily
indulge in a bit of Rhea Ellis, now that fate seemed to have smacked them together on this particular street. As soon as he recognized just who it was that he'd nearly run into, he suddenly alternated from a look of appalled disgust to one of pleasant surprise, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose as a means of giving himself a clearer view of Rhea('s body).
Almost immediately, she turned to walk past him, and although she was likely trying her best to avoid him, she only ended up giving him the perfect view of her rear end as she strutted off in the other direction. With the obligatory wolf-whistle, he called out to her, "¡Ay, mami! Don't go ignorin' me like that, sweetheart! Or at least walk a little slower when ya do."
He grinned, admiring the sway of her hips as she retreated. "You know I hate to see you leave,"
he resumed, "but I looove to watch you go."
↳ RHEA ELLIS