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I WAS going to post about interesting (HA HA RIGHT) stuff, but then I once again managed to work myself into a nice froth of anger and vomit, because that is what I do, so.
FOR THE MOMENT:
Taking prompts in an attempt to cleanse my brain/burn off the anger with creative pursuits. Character/pairing + word/lyric/picture/WACKY HIJINK* ( Read more... )
FOR THE MOMENT:
Taking prompts in an attempt to cleanse my brain/burn off the anger with creative pursuits. Character/pairing + word/lyric/picture/WACKY HIJINK* ( Read more... )
Eli is not quite quick enough to get his hands up before yet another sneeze rips its way from his sinuses.
"didn't anyone ever teach you the Dracula Sneeze?" Kate says. It certainly sounds like she's smirking, but to be perfectly honest, Eli is having a hard time telling for sure. His eyes are watering so badly that he's technically seeing three of her right now.
"Hate you," he tries to say, but it comes out more like "Hayd oo" and interrupts itself mid-gripe with another, smaller, sneeze.
"You are hopeless," she says, and yup, that's definitely a smile in her voice. Triple-Kate bends over her triple-purse and rummages for a second before coming out with a quadruple-tissue, which she holds out to him.
Eli wants to grumble something about not handing him tissues from her purse and why does she carry tissues and something about being entirely too much like Grandma Faith, but that round of grousing gets derailed almost immediately by another quick succession of sneezes and he gropes for the tissue gratefully.
"Now, what did we learn today?" Kate asks, far too smug. She snakes a hand behind him on the bench to resume brushing various puffs of cat hair off his t-shirt.
Eli groans and debates the pros and cons of sneezing on her versus actually having help getting the fur off.
"Did we learn that when I say, 'No really, it'll only take me a minute, I only have to drop off these two bags of food and I can completely manage those on my own,' what I in fact mean is 'I can completely manage these two bags of food on my own because I work out three times a day and it is only cat food' with a side of 'Eli you have a tragic allergy to cat dander and thus should not ever be going into animal shelters, lest you die'? Kate pauses to hand him another tissue in time to stifle the next bout of sneezing. "Or do you still think I mean 'Oh no Eli, please, torture yourself to give me help I do not actually need?'"
Eli nods mutely, because while he would really like to argue the point at great length, his head is completely clogged with mucus and it's making it a bit difficult to think coherently. Also, he's now seeing four Kates all affectionately rolling their eyes at him, and he's not totally sure which one to aim his rebuttal at.
"They really did seem to like you, huh?" Kate mutters and resumes brushing cat hair off his chest.
"Allys habbeds lick dat," Eli manages and takes a third tissue to scrub at his streaming eyes.
"You poor thing," Kate says, but she presses a quick kiss to his forehead after. "C'mon, let's get a taxi and get you home. You need a shower and a Claritin, like, five minutes ago."
These are not points Eli is particularly inclined to argue. But. "Storry," he says, "di'it mean to roon-" He breaks off on another particularly awful sneeze.
Kate stands and holds out her hands to pull him up. "Nah, it's fine," she says. "I'd rather we catch North By Northwest later instead. Always liked that one better than Rear Window."
Eli allows himself to be hauled to his feet. "Besides," Kate continues, "it'll be more fun once you can actually see again, anyway."
She hands him another tissue then bundles him into the taxi that stops at her piercing whistle.
"Just, next time?" she says as she climbs in next to him, and Eli must already be feeling better because he can actually see that she's raising an eyebrow at him, "Remember this when you are feeling inclined to be silly, yeah?"
Eli mumbles, "Okay," because seriously, Grandma Faith, but Kate just cups a hand around her ear and says, "What was that?"
So Eli rolls his eyes to the heavens and gives her what she wants. "Dis id why we don go iddo adibal shelders."
"Okay then," Kate smiles, and pulls his head down onto her shoulder for the rest of the ride.
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