Office hours, Wednesday
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vdistinctiveIt was a pretty average day of office hours for Eliot, throwing some darts and sorting through some paperwork while Val took a nap on the spare office chair. Until a scrabbling noise in the vents had both Val and Eliot sitting up at attention.
The grate over the vent slammed open and a gremlin in an extremely dusty backwards baseball cap came bursting out of it with a roar. It dodged past Val, ignoring her barking, made straight for Eliot, and managed to sink its teeth into his forearm before he could do more than shout at it. The gremlin then leaped atop Eliot's desk, its green scaly fists raised in a triumphant V, did a victory dance on top of it, and bolted for the vent on the far wall while Val gave chase, scattering papers and office supplies everywhere. The gremlin made it back into the safety of the ventilation shaft, its grembros cheering and slapping it congratulatorily on the back, and Val barked a final warning at it before turning concerned eyes back towards her person.
Eliot stared back at her, eyes equally wide, his hand clamped over his faintly bleeding forearm.
"Wow!" he said finally, and grinned. "That little guy sure was green, huh!"
Val cocked her head, confused, then gave a little puppy shrug and trotted over for some petting. Her person was in a good mood! Who was she to argue?
"How many paperclips do you suppose there are here?"Eliot Big Bird asked. "Let's fine out. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. . . ."
[so today I get to spend my morning doing a rather specialized job I haven't even had to think about in a little less than a year. TIME FOR A GREMLIN BITE. Open!]
The grate over the vent slammed open and a gremlin in an extremely dusty backwards baseball cap came bursting out of it with a roar. It dodged past Val, ignoring her barking, made straight for Eliot, and managed to sink its teeth into his forearm before he could do more than shout at it. The gremlin then leaped atop Eliot's desk, its green scaly fists raised in a triumphant V, did a victory dance on top of it, and bolted for the vent on the far wall while Val gave chase, scattering papers and office supplies everywhere. The gremlin made it back into the safety of the ventilation shaft, its grembros cheering and slapping it congratulatorily on the back, and Val barked a final warning at it before turning concerned eyes back towards her person.
Eliot stared back at her, eyes equally wide, his hand clamped over his faintly bleeding forearm.
"Wow!" he said finally, and grinned. "That little guy sure was green, huh!"
Val cocked her head, confused, then gave a little puppy shrug and trotted over for some petting. Her person was in a good mood! Who was she to argue?
"How many paperclips do you suppose there are here?"
[so today I get to spend my morning doing a rather specialized job I haven't even had to think about in a little less than a year. TIME FOR A GREMLIN BITE. Open!]
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Date: 2015-07-07 05:59 pm (UTC)"Oh wow!" he exclaimed, eyes going wide. "I don't think I've ever been to Maryland before! I've been to China and Egypt and California and all sorts of places like that but not Maryland!"
To hear him, you'd think they were on the moon.
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Date: 2015-07-07 06:24 pm (UTC)Nooo, Hardison! Don't ask him about the time he was adopted! That was the way towards sadness! A big blue bird of sadness!
...Funny how Parker was the one adapting better to this change.
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Date: 2015-07-07 06:33 pm (UTC)because the mun couldn't find that movie to rewatch it. "Well, lots of different types of people live on Sesame Street," he said. "And when you know lots of different types of people, you get lots of different types of chances to go to new places! And some of them are magic. That helps."(no subject)
Date: 2015-07-07 06:49 pm (UTC)GOOD BECAUSE IT IS TERRIBLE AND EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISING"It ain't every kid who gets to travel an' experience the world with magic," Hardison said, a little wistfully. "It sounds like your Sesame Street's a good place to live. But what was your favorite place to visit?"
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Date: 2015-07-07 07:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2015-07-07 10:11 pm (UTC)You know what? That story was not appropriate for little birdie ears. If birds even had ears. Whatever.
"An' I will admit to a fondness for Key West these days. They got lotsa tiny little islands that are great for..." his smile widened. "Fishin'."
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Date: 2015-07-07 10:13 pm (UTC)Good job corrupting the youth of Sesame Street, Hardison.
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Date: 2015-07-07 10:25 pm (UTC)"It's, uhh, a special kind of law?" he fumbled, not expecting that question. Dammit, Eliot! "Havin' to do with...jursidiction...an'...jurisprudence..and other juris-related things."
Smooth.
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Date: 2015-07-08 08:29 am (UTC)Not the best with people, but that was okay. Hardison loved her for her strengths and with her flaws, not in spite of them.
Besides, if she were perfect, she'd be way out of his league.
"An' then there's Eliot, the guy who said I was the smartest guy he knows. He's also the best as what he does. An' he does a bit of everythin'. Baseball, hockey, cookin', singin'. The man's a genius an' he don't even know half of what he means to me."
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Date: 2015-07-08 03:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-07-08 07:42 pm (UTC)Surprising absolutely no one, Hardison had tried.
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Date: 2015-07-09 12:48 am (UTC)Big Bird was not the best at thinking metaphorically, just yet.
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