Office hours, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had been planning to do the whole "find music and practice the guitar" thing during his office hours again, today, but his computer seemed to have another idea.

Mostly, it was refusing to play anything other than Macarthur Park.

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

And then when he tried to turn it off, it kept playing. Even when he turned the computer off. And unplugged it. And unplugged the speakers. And threw the whole thing onto the floor and stomped on it a few times.

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Val excitedly howling along wasn't helping.

[ooc: fun fact! This is my mother's all time favorite song. Open!]

Comments

[vdistinctive]

"I will beat you up myself if that's true."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Violence, my son, is never the answer," Hardison intoned.

[vdistinctive]

"You almost got it right," Eliot said. "Hang on, let me find you a napkin."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"My collar is fine, thanks," Hardison said, rolling his eyes. "So...wanted to check on a thing. From yesterday. I'm figurin' it was just a thing to try to minimize confusion an' whatever. An', if so, that's like, cool, just sayin'."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to go on.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You were throwin' out some terms there. Mighta even been considered labels."

[vdistinctive]

"What, that church stuff?"

Yeah, Eliot knew that wasn't what Hardison meant.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

And Hardison knew he knew, which was why he was just giving him a look. "Is that your way of sayin' drop it?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shrugged, a little more aggressively than necessary. He didn't want to reject the labels, but -- "I dunno, man, I was tryin' to shock you outta it or somethin'."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"That's what I was checkin'," Hardison said, leaning back in his chair. "Done for effect then. Like I said, s'cool."

He could slowplay it far longer than Eliot could, after all.

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah," Eliot said. Then: "I dunno. I guess -- maybe I'm sorta -- tryin' it out. It still sounds weird, but."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"No pressure here," Hardison said mildly. "I was just checkin' in. You know you ain't gotta do anythin' you ain't comfortable with."

EXCEPT TO ACCEPT YOU WILL BE LOVED FOREVER.

DEAL WITH IT.