75 Godiva, Sunday evening
Dec. 17th, 2017 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vdistinctiveThere wasn't anything quantifiable that Eliot could nail down, but he could tell when Fandom managed to shake off its latest evil invasion. It was like an enormous, evil weight had been lifted from the world.
It was an enormous relief, but mostly Eliot kind of wanted to take a nap. Again. Apparently freaking out as hard as he had took a lot out of a person, more than sleeping a good 10 hours straight thanks to the medication Hardison had dug up.
"Right," he said. "So . . . what. We should be good through, like, March now, right?"
[ooc: for the family, especially, but can also be open!]
It was an enormous relief, but mostly Eliot kind of wanted to take a nap. Again. Apparently freaking out as hard as he had took a lot out of a person, more than sleeping a good 10 hours straight thanks to the medication Hardison had dug up.
"Right," he said. "So . . . what. We should be good through, like, March now, right?"
[ooc: for the family, especially, but can also be open!]
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Date: 2017-12-24 06:57 pm (UTC)"Yeah, man. How dare I take steps that I never have to look you in the eye while you're beggin' me not to leave an' know that I'mma turn you down? How dare I not wanna have to choose between fightin' off a bout of claustrophobia an' not bein' here when you need me! Wow, I really am a controllin' asshole, you're right."
He stood up, grabbing his laptop and the cables. "I'm goin' to Luke's," he announced. "Get some work done."
Hardison, petulantly reprogramming twitter bots to intersperse BLM quotes and the new Space Battles spoilers was not 'work'.