Well, it certainly could have gone worse. Rune didn’t seem particularly comfortable with the fact that he was manipulating the technology at his disposal, but Elliot was sure that he’d get used to the prospect over time. The man seemed to be a textbook skeptic, after all, and it wasn’t as though his psychological wiring could just be rerouted at the snap of a pair of spectral fingers. It wasn’t as though Elliot was in any sort of hurry to get his newest housemate to open up, he had all of eternity … Or at the very least until Rune passed on into whatever afterlife was in store for a vast majority of souls who were relieved of their fleshy prisons.<br/><br/>His newest companions stepped over to join him beside the new age radio. He smiled faintly to himself, reaching up and dipping his fingers into Rune’s flesh. He traced the pattern of his intricate tattoos thoughtfully as Rune fiddled with the remote and power source to try and figure out the source of the strange burst of song. It didn’t take him long to flee the scene, however, and Elliot sighed heavily as he watched him bolt towards the stairs. He wandered after him at an idle pace, not particularly worried about catching up quickly as it wasn’t though there were many places he could go. He wandered about the second level for a short while before he found himself in the newly refurbished bathroom.<br/><br/>When he’d first constructed the edifice they found themselves in now the room they were standing in hadn’t even existed. It was part of an add-on that had been constructed later. He had to admit, despite his particularly foul disposition towards the changing of the house the room was rather beautiful. Unlike any feat of engineering he’d been capable of in the days of the home’s construction, it was the picture of luxurious relaxation that Rune was beyond lucky to have the ability to use. Elliot considered himself beyond lucky in that moment as well, seeing as when he stepped into the refurbished restroom he found himself the witness of a delightful little show. He smirked ever so slightly as he watched Rune strip down the remainder of the clothes he wore. He knew it was an invasion of privacy, but what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and a spirit trapped eternally in some sort of limbo had to entertain himself somehow.<br/><br/>Elliot lingered outside the shower for a short while, gazing in curiously to watch as Rune placed himself beneath the flowing stream of water. He could almost imagine the warmth based off of the steam the began wafting up against the glass door of the shower, and he briefly closed his eyes as he attempted to conjure up what it felt to be anything other than bitterly cold. He hadn’t experienced any level of heat for quite some time though, not the warmth of a flame, nor that of boiling water or the comforting body of a lover held close. He sighed heavily as he cracked open his gaze again, only to find that his view of Rune was quite obscured by the rapidly building steam. Elliot frowned, stepping forward through the barrier which barred him from the show that Rune was unknowingly offering him. He settled in just across from the male in the massive shower, examining him scrutinizingly as he stood there more or less ignorant of his surveyance.<br/><br/>As pleasant as simply observing Rune in such a relaxed environment was, as Elliot lingered there before him he got an idea what with all the steam that was wafting around the shower as Rune scrubbed himself clean. It took a fair bit of energy, but Elliot had honed this particular skill over his years of death whilst entertaining himself with frost on his windows. With a carefully honed precision Elliot carefully carved into the steamy glass barrier a short message. Hopefully, when Rune saw it he wouldn’t panic, if he noticed it at all.<br/><br/><i><span style="font-family:Dancing Script"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Not Elliot Carter, Elliot B.R. Please, call me Elliot.</span></span></span></i>