[ WHAT THE HELL, THAT'S TOO CONVINCING; PROBABLY THE BEST ARGUMENT HE'S HEARD ALL DAY.
You see, over the course of the last three hours, Elliot's systematically destroyed all forms of resistance: students trying to switch-out their old textbooks for new copies, fellow nerds systematically ripping their hair out after he out-yelled them into submission, every adult in the room giving him the death glare before a good quarter of them left en masse. There hadn't been any children, though — to be blunt, he hadn't even noticed that little kid huddled behind her disconsolately livid mother until Totsuka brought that woebegone little girl into his line of sight.
Game over.
Elliot's doing his best to hold his ground, but like anyone under the influence of cute children, he's utterly defenseless. Is Ellen her even her real name? Is she a genuine child or just an incredibly youthful-looking midget? In the end, all outside variables are inconsequential because he's been completely annihilated by a loli in pigtails plaintively staring up at him like a deer in headlights. Goodbye, perseverance. His gaze stutters between them for a few blinking seconds before it skitters along the adjacent wall in utter mortification. ]
I — ... well, she didn't say anything.
[ PITIFUL. WHAT A LOW BLOW. Nevertheless, Elliot has enough ingrained decorum to move to the side and allow the girl to pass. ... He hasn't stepped out of the line yet, though?! Incredible. This is truly desperation at its finest. ]
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You see, over the course of the last three hours, Elliot's systematically destroyed all forms of resistance: students trying to switch-out their old textbooks for new copies, fellow nerds systematically ripping their hair out after he out-yelled them into submission, every adult in the room giving him the death glare before a good quarter of them left en masse. There hadn't been any children, though — to be blunt, he hadn't even noticed that little kid huddled behind her disconsolately livid mother until Totsuka brought that woebegone little girl into his line of sight.
Game over.
Elliot's doing his best to hold his ground, but like anyone under the influence of cute children, he's utterly defenseless. Is Ellen her even her real name? Is she a genuine child or just an incredibly youthful-looking midget? In the end, all outside variables are inconsequential because he's been completely annihilated by a loli in pigtails plaintively staring up at him like a deer in headlights. Goodbye, perseverance. His gaze stutters between them for a few blinking seconds before it skitters along the adjacent wall in utter mortification. ]
I — ... well, she didn't say anything.
[ PITIFUL. WHAT A LOW BLOW. Nevertheless, Elliot has enough ingrained decorum to move to the side and allow the girl to pass. ... He hasn't stepped out of the line yet, though?! Incredible. This is truly desperation at its finest. ]