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ELIAS ACCIARDI this time purposely decided to take a long time getting out of bed and dressed. Because it didn't surprise him when Claire came in too early for Elias's liking talking about how Snow will be ready soon so he should be ready. That's something Elias has noticed. Snow is always up early. More early than Acciardi ever gets up and ready. He hates it.
"Elias, can you be a little faster?" Claire gently grabbed Acciardi from his arms lifting him from the bed. "Don't want to keep the President waiting, do we?" She kept a small smile on her lips. Her tone was a little forceful but still kept sweetness behind it.
"He can wait." Elias deadpanned. He walked over towards the vanity and sat down with Claire walking a few steps behind him.
A sigh fell from her lips as she stopped a few feet away from him deciding to ignore Elias's attitude. "So, you're going out into the Capital with him. He's going to be showing you around to a few places." Claire walked over to Elias and ran her fingers through his hair trying to figure out what she wanted to do with it. "That should be fun." She said after a couple minutes. Acciardi wanted to laugh. 'Fun' was an odd word to use because who would have fun with someone that creates a game to entertain others. Claire didn't say anything until she made eye contact with Elias in the mirror. She bursted out laughing. "Oh my god, I can't imagine having to spend more than an hour with him." A few giggles left her mouth as she patted his shoulders.
"Me neither." Elias smiled widely while laughing a little. "You'll have to wish me luck."
"I will. A lot of it. Because you'll need it." Claire patted his cheek lightly and went over to a draw opening it then looking through it, clearly trying to find something. Elias didn't mind the silence because it wasn't uncomfortable. But he also felt the need to say something.
"Is it weird that whenever I see him I get this weird feeling?" Elias asked.
Claire paused what she was doing. "What do you mean?" She questioned.
Acciardi didn't say anything. His eyes fell to the table trying to think of how he is going to word this. "Like.. Like my stomach gets butterflies whenever I make eye contact with him and whenever he talks I can't help but listen to him and nothing else." Silence. "It's quite weird in my opinion."
Claire started laughing again. It made Elias frown because he didn't expect her to do that. Acciardi kind of wished he took back what he said. "Elias! You might be in love." She sang almost too happily. He hated that word. Love. Him in love with the President? Impossible.
"Impossible."
"Clearly not." Claire giggled while ruffling his hair up a bit.
