75 Godiva Street, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

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]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

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."

[vdistinctive]

"Tha's 'zactly what I been sayin'," Eliot mumbled, already half asleep again. "Y' never listen t'me."