Office hours, Wednesday

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Not to be outdone by Hardison and his violin practicing, Eliot had brought his guitar with him to the office today. He didn't play the thing often enough to be really comfortable with it anymore, so the first few songs he picked out for warm up were pretty rough. He started to get back into the rhythm of it pretty quickly, though, and soon enough he had a few sites of tabs up on his computer and he was picking his way through trying to learn some Nine Inch Nails.

What? If it was good enough for the Man in Black, who was Eliot to argue?

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

It was fucking depressing, though.

[open office!]

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[vdistinctive]

"Well, here's to finding -- or being inherited by -- good friends, then," Eliot said, still not entirely wrapping his head around the whole concept of not just being owned, but handed down like an heirloom. "You should make him swing by and visit, sometime."

[nuclear_snide]

Bob was a very important and valuable heirloom, thank you!

"I should," he agreed. Then he rolled his eyes. "Although I'm warning you now, that man has no sense of self-preservation. Always getting into trouble, trying to help people..." Bob's lot was so hard.

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Eliot snorted. "Trust me, I know the type." Mostly because Eliot himself had developed that tendency, especially when the people in question were on his crew. Or were close to people on his crew. Or were his students. Or owned a small business being threatened. Or -- well, you got the point.

Hey, Eliot at least knew how to get himself back out of trouble, for the most part.