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: (Concerned)

[personal profile] geniuswithasmartphone 2016-01-30 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Eliot hadn't been by the apartment in a few days. And that was weird. What was also weird is that he hadn't seen Eliot walking Val around the island on one of their insanely long constitutionals that made Hardison tired just imagining.

Which was why Hardison was letting himself into the apartment today, calling out, "Eliot? Yo, Eliot! You ain't crazy or nothin' are you? Anyone answerin' to the name of Eliot in here?"
sharp_as_knives: (oh? yes?)

[personal profile] sharp_as_knives 2016-01-31 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hannibal was well aware yesterday's voice mail was an error, but he thought he might as well drop by and see what it had been about. And Eliot had sounded rather stuffed up, so Hannibal had brought an offering with him.

He knocked on the door and waited.

[identity profile] whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com 2016-02-01 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Parker came by a little later, concerned and looking to play with Val.

"You're sick? Why are you sick?"