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geniuswithasmartphone) wrote2018-06-11 03:05 am
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75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon
Another weird weekend and Hardison wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Being a teen seemed a lot more fraught than being a little kid and that wasn't even taking getting beaten up by a tiny version of his boyfriend into account.
But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
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But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
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Plus, he really needed to wash his hair.
He stopped dead in the doorway when he saw Hardison in the kitchen. What was left of the kitchen. Maybe he could claim that he was freezing up because of Parker's thoroughness. Hardison wouldn't believe it for a moment, but he could try. . . .
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See? Eliot had been right.
"Sup?" His voice was carefully neutral, giving nothing about his emotional state away. In part because he didn't even know what his emotional state was right now.
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"You want me to clear out for awhile," he said, his own voice just as even. "I'll understand."
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He turned around finally, looking at Eliot. Val also ran over to him, sniffing in excitement, cataloguing all the time he'd been in the Preserve. The bruises hadn't gone away when he'd gotten older, and the cut on his lip pulled when he smiled a bit at her antics--though it faded fast enough when he looked at Eliot again.
"Let's just get through a conversation and breakfast before we start making any big decisions, okay?"
It wasn't a yes?
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Eliot was pretty sure trying to talk about anything else first would just make everything worse, but he didn't really feel like he was in any sort of position to turn Hardison down. So he just nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he came into the kitchen proper.
"Parker take all the food?" he asked. "Or just the stuff with processed sugar?"
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"I ain't even had a chance to check," he replied. "Just had to take a second to appreciate the scope of her ambition."
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Well. There. At least 'teen Eliot' had now been brought up.
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Particularly, ones that Eliot would come to regret as soon as he came back to his senses as an adult.
"Maybe we'll be lucky an' Parker ain't got too far with anything. Some on-island safehouse somewhere?"
For someone who'd intended to talk, he sure wasn't saying much.
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Just most of it.
"One of the abandoned warehouses, I'd guess." Eliot was just going to follow Hardison's lead, here. "It'd take time to set up fences for all this stuff, and she wouldn't know what was on the other end of the causeway."
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"Take out for breakfast?"
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"Real breakfast," he said. "I'm guessing you ain't ate much more than ice cream in awhile."
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He'd been a real piece of work as a teen.
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"They probably wouldn't have killed you," Parker added, trying to reassure him. "But there would have been trips to the Clinic." She frowned, looking over at Hardison. "Which might have been fair. But." Okay, whose side was she supposed to be on here? Could she not be on someone's side?
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And that was a problem.
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Hardison would admit to having some non-charitable thoughts about punching teen!Eliot, though.
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Because there was pride in going down talking shit, even though you were still going down.
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