Eliot's Place, 75 Godiva Street, Wednesday Night

Jul 07, 2016 00:41

For the past eleven days (but who was counting?) Hardison had...not been himself. Instead, he'd been a teddy bear, lugged around in Eliot's messenger bag or cuddled--yes! cuddled!--by Eliot whenever he was at home. In point of fact, Hardison was still a teddy bear and Eliot had dragged him around outside today, into the preserve, surrounded by bugs ( Read more... )

lifepartner: parker, what: teddy bear's no picnic, lifepartner: eliot, where: eliot's place

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vdistinctive July 7 2016, 04:50:51 UTC
Eliot. Eliot was counting. Eliot quite possibly had a tally somewhere of the minutes that Hardison was spending as a teddy bear. Sure, it was easier to deal with -- much easier to deal with -- with Parker being all properly human-shaped again, but he wanted his damn boyfriend back, please.

Wanted it enough that he'd actually spent some time cleaning any residue of the bugs and pollen and nonsense off Hardison's synthetic fur after class. Delicately. By hand. The internet said he could just throw a stuffed toy in the washer, but that seemed needlessly cruel.

He reached over for his beer to take a sip and found it empty. Which meant they were down to his last six pack. "We're running low on beer," he muttered, half to Parker, who was around here someplace, and half to himself. "Again."

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whoisalicewhite July 7 2016, 04:57:48 UTC
Parker hung down from the upstairs banister, and said, "Do you want to be drinking something else? Would it help if I drank with you?"

A drunken Parker, plus a teddy-bear Hardison and an upset Eliot was clearly a spectacular plan.

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vdistinctive July 7 2016, 05:18:23 UTC
Eliot sighed the put upon sigh of the man who's chosen home liked to fuck with his head. "I probably shouldn't be drinking. This thing started sounding sarcastic and grumpy to me with all the 'wuvs' in class, today."

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whoisalicewhite July 7 2016, 05:26:14 UTC
Parker flipped off the landing, and touched down next to Eliot. She patted the Hardison-bear's head. "Or maybe he *is* sarcastic and grumpy. It's been a while now. I'm sure he's going into computer withdrawal." She reached over and carded her fingers through Eliot's hair. "But the not-drinking is probably a good plan."

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