75 Godiva Street, Thursday afternoon

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Eliot had attempted to take the dog back to the shelter again, yesterday, netting himself looks ranging from bemused to suspicious from the shelter staff -- save for one woman, who merely gave the puppy a knowing look and said "One of those, is she?" and proceeded to attempt to give Eliot a stack of coupons for dog supplies and microchipping.

He'd inspected the cage area they kept the puppy in for holes or other weaknesses and walked away secure in the knowledge that the facility was solid, but couldn't quite bring himself to be surprised when, upon coming home from checking in at Luke's after the power went out, he found the dog sitting on his front stoop again, this time with an old fashioned valentine in her mouth.

He was living in a town where fireplaces spontaneously appeared when the power went out. Of course there were escape artist dogs here, too.

"I can't keep you," he warned her as he opened the door and let her in (there was a blizzard going on, he wasn't evil). "I'm serious about that."

The dog yipped around the valentine and made a beeline for his leather chair again. Eliot sighed, kicked the snow off his boots, and followed after.

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Parker beamed. "Hardison will be happy. He has suggestions. Also a new bow tie."

Someone had been catching up on his Mister What adventures while left alone.

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"Why the hell would anyone need more'n one bow tie?"

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"Something about blending in to academia and ... anthropological necessity."

Parker had no real idea either.

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Eliot didn't even have words for that. Just baffled staring.

The puppy decided that meant she should jump up in his lap and make herself comfortable.

"I'm startin' to think Hardison's been spendin' too much time alone, these days."

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"Maybe?" Parker looked out the window and frowned. "Do you think the storm will be over by Saturday? He said we had plans. Valentine's Day. Chocolate."

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"Way it's coming down, I'd be surprised if it keeps it up through the night." Oh Eliot. That's adorable. "You guys'll be fine for your date."

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Parker hummed in consideration. "You have plans for it? Or is that not a thing?" Like Parker would know. Hardison was the one who really cared about the lovey-dovey traditional stuff.

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"Might hit up a bar," Eliot said. "Pretend to be social."

It was a little skeezy, sure, but there really were usually more women out and about who were open to being hit on on Valentine's Day than other days of the year.

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"You could call up that Vic person. Even if she is a cop." Parker wrinkled her nose in memory of that, but Vic had smelled better than most cops.

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"Might at that," Eliot said. Any woman who responded to 'there's a tentacle monster in the freezer' with 'you want some help with that?' was okay in his book, cop or not.