"She ain't bein' Parker about this stuff, by the way," Hardison said, sitting down in his usual chair and leaning backwards in it to snag a piece of garlic bread from the basket on the counter. "The kid's some kind of superhero vigilante out in Baltimore, aliens have invaded, an' the less we talk about the damn elder god, the happier I am."
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Date: 2015-10-04 11:53 pm (UTC)