The loft above Luke's, Saturday morning

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Eliot's clothes had all wound up in the general door to couch area, and it wasn't like he had any spares lying around (and trying to wear Hardison's would make him look like a kid playing dress-up), so after a quick shower (when did Hardison and Parker get all this hair stuff? And why was it all the stuff Eliot used?), he wandered out into the living room area in nothing but a towel to at least find his shirt before he got started on breakfast. (He'd learned early in his cooking career that you just didn't work with those kinds of temperatures without covering your chest. And aprons didn't count.)

And froze, grabbing onto the towel to hold it in place, when he spotted the twelve year old girl standing over by the door.

"The kitchen staff downstairs said you'd be up here," she said.

"Um," said Eliot.

"Why are you living with Uncle Hardison and Aunt Parker?" she asked.

"Um," said Eliot.

"You guys need to clean up in here better, Daddy." She nudged the crumpled pile of pants by the couch with the toe of her shoe. "Mummy would not approve."

Eliot rubbed his hand down his face. "Goddammit, Fandom."

[ooc: generally for the assortment of folks currently at or soon to be arriving at the loft, with bouts of slowplay on all sides, but also open!]

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"I've never lived on the street before," Joey said in a sort of detached, British monotone, like an urchin out of Dickens. "I suppose it might be terribly character-building."

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Eliot leaned forward, dragging the still clinging Joey with him, and dropped his head into his hands.

"You three are evil."

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Ada held her hands up for a high five from her siblings.

"You know, this is really great," she geebled. "I've always been the outnumbered one before!"

Turning the tables on one of her parents was awesome!

[stoleafamily.livejournal.com]

Spike gave her a high-five with explosion sound-effects.

"I'm liking these odds."

[hitorgrift.livejournal.com]

Joey managed to reach out for a high five without actually letting go of Eliot's neck, a move that involved wriggling around and climbing on top of him in a manner that spoke of loooooads of time hanging out with Aunt Parker.

"We love you, Daddy," she cooed, and then snickered.