"Flying eels? Fly-- fly-- flyin' eels?" He was so offended he was stuttering. "You are questioning my ability handle flying eels? I have been buried alive, thrown off buildings, shot at, nearly blown up more times than I can count, and you think I'm might get my girdle in a twist because of some extra-fresh unagi? Man, get outta my face."
"I could make you some," Eliot said. "It's not extra fresh any more, but Hannibal packaged the meat up real good." As far as peace offerings went, it was a little half-assed. But yes, Eliot was really pretty sure Hardison would get his "girdle in a twist" over flying, shrieking, attacking eels wearing reverse scuba gear.
Hell yeah, he would. But he'd be with his family, so
"Hey, hey now-!" Hardison protested. "One of us has to live here, remember? And that means cleaning up after y'all's little popcorn battles when you're done."
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Date: 2015-01-30 05:55 am (UTC)"Hey, hey now-!" Hardison protested. "One of us has to live here, remember? And that means cleaning up after y'all's little popcorn battles when you're done."
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Date: 2015-01-30 05:58 am (UTC)"Job," she said, then leaned over to nudge against him, eyes serious even though she was smiling. "Work. Leverage."
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Date: 2015-01-30 06:13 am (UTC)He was nudging her back, though. Because, c'mon. It would take a better man than him to stay mad at Parker (or Eliot) for very long.
"Okay, so Abstergo Industries actually has ties all the way back to the Templars, back in the early days of Christianity..."
It was a good presentation, dammit. He worked hard on these.