Outside Oklahoma City, Saturday afternoon

Eliot wasn't sulking. He was laying low. He didn't feel right leaving Trudy to clean up after their father's mess, but until Emerson Spencer had the grace to actually die and stop cluttering up the damn world, there wasn't a whole lot he knew of that he could do, other than stay out of the way.

So he was laying low.

( Not low enough to avoid being taken to school by his niece )

[NFI, OOC welcome. Preplayed with . . . myself.]

Outside Oklahoma City, Saturday evening

Trudy

Trudy jumped a foot when her brother suddenly appeared at the passenger side door of her car. "Oh my god. Don't do that."

( What could he say? Eliot was a lurker. )

[ooc: NFI, OOC welcome. Content note: off-screen NPC death. What, did you think I was going to be NICE to Eliot?]