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1111 | still livin' in your parents' cellar downloadin' pictures of sarah michelle gellar

Jul 11, 2010 23:07

[He sounds oh so very tired. And might be a little cranky, thanks to a certain anonymous hacker that mass forced all his servers and probably ripped a hell of a lot of information that he's still working on trying to sort through. And remedy. And trace, without much success.]Not going to lie, here. I could use a familiar face or four. Parker? Eliot ( Read more... )

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thiefparker July 12 2010, 03:14:40 UTC

"You are getting sloppy."

If Hardison looks around, he might notice an insanely thin blond sitting on his sofa. Sure, she she came in through the window, and didn't make a sound, but really.

Although, Parker is that good at what she does, of course.

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 03:47:26 UTC

He leaps out of his skin, banging his head on the top of his fridge and exclaiming some sort of...gibberish talk. Sloppy is an understatement, but he turns and smiles even as he rubs the hurt out of his head.

"Parker!" If he was a puppy, he'd be leaping into her lap. As it is, he stands awkwardly in front of her after crossing around the sofa. "Oh man, it's good to see you."

thiefparker July 12 2010, 03:59:22 UTC

"The sofa is too empty." She expects him to:

1) Understand what that means.

2) Do something about it.

"Someone trashed your place. Your security sucks."

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 04:23:16 UTC

He sits down right away; he barely needed the invitation. At her comment, he scrubs a hand over his face.

"He ripped off my system, Parker. And my security is just as good as ever, but this place-- you know how it is."

thiefparker July 12 2010, 04:27:49 UTC

Sitting down gets an immediate response -- a hug as enthusiastic as any five year old child could muster. Parker doesn't think about time or place for such things. No, he knew he needed to sit, and she wants to hug him. This makes perfect sense.

"I don't know. I don't live here." This also makes sense.

She chews her lower lip. "I could help now that the sofa is better."

It is important to note she says all this while still hugging him.

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 04:58:15 UTC

There's no way he won't return a willing hug from her, with gusto. The real thing is so much better than the idle sketches and paintings he's got scattered on the art table across the room. There might even be a point in which she needs to pry him off of her.

"Already helping, Parker. And it was definitely missing something."

thiefparker July 12 2010, 05:08:20 UTC

Hardison isn't a danger. She's never felt the need to stab him with anything. This means she can hug him and things are fine so she doesn't let go. She's not exactly clear on how long one can hug before it becomes awkward. Someone should really explain the time limits on these things, in case she ever does it to Eliot.

"This isn't helping. This is hugging."

She thinks about helping. "Do you know how they got in. I came in through the window." Because knocking on the door, after not seeing him for so long is just too weird.

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 05:22:02 UTC

Any danger he might provide isn't the type Parker would likely expect coming, and it's not the kind he'd intentionally ever inflict on her. Hardison cares too much about her heart for that.

"Ain't help--? Woman, hugging is always helping. And-- they didn't actually come here. They're stealing my money." His stolen money -- not that that will keep Parker from understanding his pain. And info and who knows what else, but it's the money she'll care about. She might see his 4 computers in disarray around the apartment; scans running, some beeping once in awhile. Mostly, he's failing at trying to protect his ass.

He does finally pull away, and because it's Parker, he can look at her for a little while without things getting uncomfortable. He's only got so long with her and while he knows her face, the real thing in front of him puts the image in his head to shame.

thiefparker July 12 2010, 05:31:02 UTC

"They took your money?" Other people might use the same inflection to say they slaughtered your whole family but Parker doesn't have family, she has Hardison and Eliot and Sophie and Nate, and taking their money does one thing to her.

It makes her mad. She puts on her best pout face. "You are getting sloppy." She's not being mean, just stating a fact.

"Do you know how they took your money? Can we take it back?"

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 05:48:59 UTC

"Still taking, technically."

Hardison doesn't do losing well. In fact, he's been in an awful mood since he realized he wouldn't be able to fix it immediately. Hasn't even touched his orange soda. Parker's presence at least gives him a reminder that this isn't his permanent home. Someday he can go home to their surrogate family, too.

"Not yet but I'm working on it. It's low-level code but it's fast and aggressive. I've never seen anything like it before. I don't even know who's taking it." His tone is similar to hers; as if someone has kidnapped his child.

thiefparker July 12 2010, 05:57:10 UTC

Hardison deals with the computers. If it was in a box buried in some underground vault, she would be at the ready.

"So we have to sit here and wait, and hope your computers find your money?"

That does not sound useful.

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 17:00:39 UTC

"That's the part of my job y'all don't see. That sometimes there's nothing you can do but sit and wait patiently to crack something open." She probably won't notice it, but the way he's looking at her should indicate he's not just simply talking about computers.

thiefparker July 12 2010, 17:10:28 UTC

No, Parker will not notice. She's not exactly one for subtle clues. In a way, she is much like Wile E. Coyote. She would need an anvil dropped on her head before she noticed.

On the other hand, she is one for thievery, and swiped a set of keys she saw when she crept through the window. They looked like apartment keys, so she expects to be able to use them in the future, and will pout -- mightily -- if she can't.

She scrunches her face a little. She is trying to think of a way to help, and when she realizes how she can, she smiles. Hardison gave her the answer just a few moments ago.

So, cue awkward but enthusiastic hug number 2. "There, I am helping. I don't know how, but you said it does." She sounds rather pleased with herself.

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 18:52:07 UTC

He just laughs when she hugs him again, slowly wrapping his arms back around her. While Hardison might be great with people, and have made a lot of friends in the City, he can't talk shop with them. He can't be himself with them, and none of them were family.

"Thanks, Parker. I've missed you, a lot."

thiefparker July 12 2010, 20:10:29 UTC

"That's because I'm not usually here." The obvious: Parker states it.

Now that she's certain she's helped (he said it would, for whatever good it would do) She sits back, crosses her legs, and leans forward, elbows on her knees. This might appear childish if Parker was be anyone else, but it is one her less strange ways of sitting. After examining Hardison, she smiles. "It's better when you're sharing the sofa with me." This is a true fact, in Parker's mind.

She doesn't look at him when she speaks because she's looking around his apartment like she's casing the joint. Pointing to the art table across the room, "Am I on your table?"

ageoftheg33k July 12 2010, 22:38:13 UTC

"Uh, yeah," he laughs, kind of embarrassed. His sketches aren't very good in his opinion, and there are a lot of them; mostly of her, a few of the others. "It makes it feel like you guys are here, sometimes."

He pushes up off the couch to hit the laptop keyboard in front of him, checking statuses and setting another diagnostic to run. "I like my sofa better with you on it, too, by the way."

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