75 Godiva, late Thursday night

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Eliot gnawed at the spot where his feathers met his fur with his beak. That sentence was the downside of this whole "griffon" thing. He was trying to get the damned dried chocolate out of his . . . pelt from his time practicing flying around the preserve today, chasing and getting chased by cotton candy clouds.

Dried sugar was a bitch to get out of both feathers and fur.

"Can someone get my brush? The really bristly one? Or -- possibly a curry comb. . . ."

[for the partners! And potentially epic slowplay.]

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Awww. And it's such a pretty mane, too. All those colors." Parker smirked at him a little. "Would you let me braid it if I brushed it, maybe?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

If Parker looked closely enough, she'd realize that his hair was the exact same shade as Squeeze Orange soda and gummy frogs. Hardison wasn't sure what the island was insinuating with that bit of detail, but whatever it was, he was ignoring it completely.

"Is there enough to braid?" he asked, a little dubious. "It ain't as long as Eliot's."

There was plenty, he just wasn't used to having this much. Or this texture.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a teeny one," Parker coaxed. "Just to see if you like it." As much as it annoyed her to be left out of magic-talking-animal-time, it was kind of fun to get to play with two life-size talking fluffy versions of Hardison and Eliot. "You didn't get chocolate milk in your mane like Eliot did, did you?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"...I made the kitchen staff hose me off 'fore I came over here," Hardison muttered.

As grumpy as he was right now, the chocolate milk clouds had been drawn to him like bees to nectar.

"An' paid for a covered rickshaw ride from there."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

That got him a hug around the neck for all that inconvenience and annoyance. "You completely deserve a sulk." She patted his nose and added, "It's not gonna last forever?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison nuzzled Parker. A very horsey nuzzle. "You ain't scared of me?" he asked. Because, you know. Pony. It's what he'd been most afraid of before showing up. A Parker that didn't want to get anywhere near him.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker smiled, and then leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Every-pony else is scarier," she said, as quiet as she could. "But you sound like you. And I can't-- I just can't be scared of you."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison gave a great horsey sigh of relief. "I'm glad of that, mama," he admitted. "The thought of you bein' scared of me for any reason is horrible."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker hummed, then scratched underneath his jaw, looking for any itchy spots. "I'm getting better about horses. And Pinkie isn't scary. But yeah, all these ponies everywhere was... startling." To say the least. That might have contributed to her being on the roofs all day yesterday. "I heard you on the Radio, though, and you sounded so you. So."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Very grumpy and a little bitter, yes, but unmistakably him. "I was gonna see if you wanted me to stay at Eliot's this week so you didn't have to be freaked out," Hardison admitted, eyes closing and giving a little whicker as she found a particularly itchy spot. "I mean, we still can't really all curl up together, but at least we can be in the same room or whatever."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"I'm not leaving either of you alone to be unable to open jars of peanut butter or need brushing without help." Parker blew a raspberry. "And just 'cause you guys are kinda too big for all the furniture doesn't mean I'm going to skimp on hugs." She smiled though. "But that's sweet, that you thought of that. Does it feel weird? Weirder than it looks?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Definitely feels weird, but only when I'm thinkin' about it," Hardison said. "That's the scariest part. Like, if I ain't thinkin' about how much I'd like to have my thumbs, it doesn't feel as weird as it, like, should."