75 Godiva, Thursday

The diner was all fixed up again, which meant it was time for Eliot to finally turn his attention back to his house. The house. Their house, this time from scratch. They had plans, a new way to divide up the space the building gave them, even expand on it (no one would mind an extra floor, right?). But before they could start on that, the old and busted stuff had to go.

So here Eliot was, with a sledge hammer and crowbar, dressed head to toe in safety gear, including a heavy duty air filter because five sharks meant a whole lot of exposed insulation that had quite possibly gone to mold by now.

Really, he definitely should have started on this shit much earlier.

Anyway, too late for regrets now. It was time to gut this bastard of a house, top to bottom.

Eliot shook himself out, bouncing on his toes, and cracked his neck. He took a deep breath, made sure the air filter was fitted snugly over his mouth and nose, and then let out a muffled "HOOAH!" and ran in.

This was going to be fun.

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