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75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon
Jun. 11th, 2018 03:05 amAnother 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.]
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.]
