75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

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.

[Open! Will pickup pings when I'm conscious again.]

Comments

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker made a face. Sophie would have sighed and said "Boys", but Parker just rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you just run away? I don't get it."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Runnin' away meant that he'd win," Hardison said with a shrug. "Beatin' me up was one thing. Just meant he was some redneck meathead I could look down on for needin' to solve all his problems with violence. But runnin' away woulda meant that I was a coward an' all the stupid things he was thinkin' I was."

So yeah. Boys.

[whoisalicewhite]

"But he was a redneck meathead!" Parker rubbed her head. "And you were a skinny little guy with no punchiness! How does running away when you couldn't win make him right?!"

Sorry, Parker. This was never going to make sense.