vdistinctive: (ouch-face)
vdistinctive ([personal profile] vdistinctive) wrote2016-01-30 05:01 pm
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75 Godiva Street, Saturday

Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]
geniuswithasmartphone: (Chin on Fist Side-Eye)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-31 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, cause they're in the service industry," Hardison countered, arguing on autopilot at he went back to finger-combing Eliot's hair. "Does that mean I tip the folks workin' a cash register or in clothin' stores?"
geniuswithasmartphone: (Are You For Real?)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-31 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Only in the high-end boutiques," Hardison said. "The ones who get paid hella more than minimum wage."
geniuswithasmartphone: (Cuddling Eliot)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-31 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd be more inclined to tip 'em if I thought they were bringin' me clothes to be helpful an' not just keepin' an eye on my to make sure I ain't stealin' nothin'," Hardison harrumphed.
geniuswithasmartphone: (Gesture: Seriously?!)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-31 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah, that's Sophie," Hardison pointed out. "She probably starts using NLP the minute she walks into a store. How many times you make her tea before you figured it out?"
geniuswithasmartphone: (Thinking)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-31 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hardison was going to take that as win. "You should try to get some sleep," he suggested, tucking the blanket up to Eliot's chin--and over himself as well. "You need to rest so you can fight this thing off. An' I'll be right here."