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Silence.
Complete silence.
In Elliot's house, on his couch, in his living room, is an extremely bored 00⁶7n7 laying on his stomach, endlessly scrolling on his phone, awaiting Elliot's arrival from his monthly shopping trip that actually feels like a month-long one to 7n7. But in reality, it's been only 30 minutes.
While 7n7 was scrolling on god knows what, an idea struck him that made him pause for a good long minute. He can code. He can program. He can create. So, if he was smart enough he could most definitely execute this plan, right ?
He's decently smart, but this would probably be extremely time consuming, tedious, confusing, and probably straight up weird. But he really doesn't care. He just needs to see if he can execute his plan, without Elliot knowing until he's done, which is the hard part of this plan. He sees Elliot practically the whole entire day almost with very small breaks, they literally live together. This will be almost near impossible.
Almost.
“ The one time I decide to go shopping at a different grocery store it's extremely packed. I knew I should've gone to my regular one. Whatever, I guess I'm already here, might as well wait. ” Elliot mumbles this to himself, waiting in line not so patiently, huffing and sighing every so often, while tapping his foot impatiently. There's about 4 people in front of him and one of them is taking forever at the register, asking about the price of EVERY ITEM. Elliot starts getting annoyed by her taking so long.
Eventually, after what feels like a century, Elliot finally gets to the counter and starts buying his stuff, yada yada, boring stuff like that. He remains polite to the cashier, obviously they didn't do anything wrong, but he's extremely annoyed inside. I mean, can you blame him? It took like 20 minutes just to get into the front of the line? Completely and utterly ridiculous.
“ What if . . . I made him . . . Red? Elliot likes red rightttt, He wears a red uniform practically all the time, well a majority of the time actually. So he has to like red. ” 7n7 says to himself, while typing a bunch of coding stuff (idk bru im not going to bother trying to learn how to write coding for a fanfic) into his C00LGUI.
After a short but long walk, Elliot arrives home, with his arms full of grocery bags — they really should invest in a car — as he knocks on the front door, not exactly sure why he didn't just walk in but whatever.
7n7 quickly closes his C00LGUI and ruffles his hair slightly then walks to the door and opens it. “ Why'd you . . . Knock ? You could've opened it ya know. ” 7n7 says while looking away from Elliot, but he was actually glad Elliot decided to knock on this very specific day.
“ Dunno I didn't feel like opening the door, now help me put the groceries away. ” Elliot walks past 7n7 into the kitchen and drops everything on the counters and begins pulling stuff out of the bag and into the places they belong in. 7n7 follows suit shortly after.
After putting groceries away and sorts, 7n7 quickly scutters away into his room and closes the door quickly, Elliot raises an eyebrow at this but doesn't say anything and starts walking to the couch to watch television.
Meanwhile, with 7n7 in his room, attempting to quietly program his little plan, but he's failing miserably, he keeps making stupid small mistakes getting him frustrated, causing small grunts and such.
Elliot's television time is getting rudely interrupted by all the racket 7n7 is making in his room. What could that man possibly be DOING . . . ? Is he . . . ? ? Elliot gets up from the couch and walks to his door and aggressively knocks on the door.
“ 7, what exactly are you doing in there cause to me it sounds like you're having a little too much fun in there right now. ” Elliot comments while lowering his voice slightly quieter than before.
“ WHAT I'M NOT YOU FREAK ?? I WOULDN'T DO THAT WHILE YOU'RE HOME ?? ” 7n7 quickly defends himself while he quickly scrambles to go lock his door.
“ So you do admit to doing it huh ? ” Elliot spits out as he starts leaning on the wall next to 7n7s door. “ So what are you even doing in there because it seemed QUITE important ? ”
7n7 pauses for a moment. “ Uhhhhhhh . . . None ya ! ” 7n7 stammers out quickly before trying to shove his little project into a hiding place before Elliot attempts to break his door down or something similar to that.
“ Burger boy I'm gonna bust your door down if you don't tell me what you're doing. ” Elliot declares, already preparing himself to ram into the door.
“ WAIT UMMM I AM . . . . ? ” 7n7 blurts out then slaps a hand over his mouth after realizing what he just said out loud, well, he already said it ! 7n7 fumbles with his pants zipper, quickly pulling it downwards, letting out a loud ZIIIP noise.
Elliot hesitates, his face converts to multiple different expressions in the span of 10 seconds. “ Oh wow. Okay. ” Elliot takes a very big step back away from the door and stares at it like it just killed his whole bloodline in one day. “ I'm gonna go away now . . . ! ” Elliot skedaddles away back onto his very comfortable leather couch.
7n7 lets out a big sigh of relief then grabs his handy dandy tools and goes back to programming his little clanker.
——————— 6-7 hours later ——————
7n7 unlocks his door and pushes it open and stumbles out, looking exhausted and worn out. He steps into the living room where Elliot is still sitting on the couch watching some cheesy romance show on the television which he quickly switches to some random show. 7n7 flops down next to him on the couch, breathing slightly heavier than usual.
“ So . . . You had a nice session didn't ya ? ” Elliot elbows 7n7's ribs playfully. 7n7 turns to Elliot in offense then puts his hand in Elliot's face, pushing it away. Elliot quickly slaps 7n7’s hand away, then shakes his hand. “ Ew, have you even washed your hands yet ? ? ? ” 7n7 pauses for a moment.
“ Well . . . Do you not love it ? ” 7n7 shrugs playfully.
“ No I do not. You're disgusting. Foul wretched creature. ” Elliot scoots his body all the way to the edge of the couch, away from 7n7.