Distracted as he had been by the trick, Elliot didn’t even realize his wallet had slipped from his pocket; not until the other pointed it out to him, the battered black leather square right by his feet. A self-conscious smile made it’s way to his to his lips as he leaned down to pick it up, cleaning the dust from it before pocketing the wallet again.
"Damn I’m such a klutz sometimes. Thanks man, really." It wasn’t like for people in this town to be that nice, certainly not to him, and Elliot felt an instant fondness for the young magician, as wired as he was, at least he was an honest person. "I should probably get a chain for that."
As Ezra introduced himself Elliot realized he had forgot to do that himself. How tired was he even? Offering the magician his hand he smiled at the other boy, blue eyes twinkling. “I’m Elliot, but you can call me Eli, most people do.”
"Well, Eli it’s truly dope to meet you." Ezra gripped his hand firmly, before letting his fingers rush into the jean lining of his own pockets. He could see the fatigued building up in Elliot’s eyes and it made him feel bad for keeping him any longer. Their little get together had to be cut short for now, he’d (of course) visit him. Everybody’s got to eat, besides Ezzi had hardly any real friends as is.
"I’m gonna let you go, you look like you’re about to pass out." Salazar kicked his mental scooter in position, pulling out the handle to reach his desired height. The bits and pieces of concrete already beginning to scrape under the pressure of his little wheels.
"I’ll stop by tomorrow to see if that baby lamb tastes good." His grin was wide in the darkness, before he reached into his coat pocket and pulled up some glow stick necklaces. Snapping their plastic exterior before shaking the neon liquid around and eventually adorning his body with it.
"It’s rave time for me, boo!" The scooter circled around a near by lamp post before heading down the steep hill, nothing but them bright ass lights seen before they eventually grew too small to spot.
…What are you?
I’m like a sexy ass plague here to fuck your life up with hotness
You people are entertaining as all shit. My money’s on Shan, but Sam’s got that spindly, agile dancer’s body that most girls wouldn’t nudge with a ten foot pole, so it could go either way. Let the games begin.
I think you’re entertaining too, boo
What can I say? I’m psychic.
I think coffee’s probably a bad idea. But I appreciate the advice.
And here I thought I was the only mind reader
Is something on your mind though? Headaches are usually caused by stress
Half a bottle of Tylenol?
It’s like my read my mind, bro
Cheer up a little bit, maybe a nice cup of coffee alongside your Tylenol will help it ease it’s way out that nice ass head of yours
Bismillah, I have a fucking migraine.
I know what would make that go away real quick, boo
Elliot watched condescendingly to the classical beginning of every magic show on earth. Nothing up my sleeves, nothing in my hands… And yet he found himself stepping closer as he was prompted to do, bending forward so that he could get his ear closer to the cupped hands. A small crease marked the middle of Elliot’s eyes as he hard it, the quietest shuffling of wings. Pulling back he allowed the magician to continue his little speech and suddenly a white dove was flying away.
There was no way that guy had a dove somewhere in his hoodie, was there? Absolutely no way. And then again that was magic, making things that shouldn’t be, be. Elliot’s smile was wider then, eyes twinkling less with the fog of sleep, awakened by wonder. Laughter bubbled up in his chest as he clapped his hands a few times.
"That was awesome dude, for real. You gotta teach me some tricks one of this days." Still grinning he patted the young man on the shoulder before picking up the basket where the food had been. “I know I’m pretty busted tonight so not much of a good company, but you gotta show up again sometime. That is, if you liked the food and all.”
He could feel the leather bulging within the inside of his coat pocket, wallet’s had a particular texture to them when they were loaded. He was more than familiar with the weight of money and there was a lack of weight in this one.
For the very first time, in a seemingly long time. Ezra Salazar (or Cole) felt guilty for what he did. Sneak thief needed to learn a bit of restraint every now and then, this was a good time to show that he actually had some.
"Hey… uhm…" His wrist flickered in an unseen motion that sent the wallet toppling to the concrete without so much as a sound. “You dropped the wallet when you got up, bro.” Ezra’s head tilted to the direction of the leathery item that could hardly be seen in the darkness unless you gave it a hard look.
"You gotta be more careful, man. That’s important, a hard day’s work can’t just be left out on the street. Lot’s of homeless folks in these parts." A small smile took its place against cheeks, it would grow wider with every second. Becoming more and more sincere, genuine to every part of the word.
"You got yourself a regular customer, I’m Co- call me Ezra.”