Friday free for all
Happy weekend, guys! We're doing our usual Friday shpeal of Free For Alls; no theme, just write.
As always please follow our rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total.
If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another. No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
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Hardison looks, no, scratch that, glares at him. “Cats, man. Fucking furry little sociopaths.”
Eliot smirks, taking a swig of his beer, while Hardison retrieves a bag of peas from the freezer. “You’re the one who told her to get a pet.”
“Yeah, well, I meant a dog,” he huffs, sitting next to Eliot with a bottle of orange soda, the peas over his right eye, “maybe a hamster. Or, hell, a ferret for all I care. Not an evil fucking cat.”
Eliot just chuckles.
“It’s a huge, freakin’ ball of devil, living in my home. My own home, Eliot. And let me tell you, no matter what Parker says, I am not that beast’s father. Nu-uh,” he downs his soda and grumbles the entire way to the bathroom.
“Hey Uncle Eliot!” Parker says in a voice that can only be described as a cat voice. She waves one of the cat’s paws at him before appearing herself. She sets the cat on the counter and lets it scramble toward him. When it gets close enough, it nudges his arm, purring loudly. “We’re looking for Mr. Wiggins’s Daddy, have you seen him?”
Eliot leans down towards the cat and scratches it behind it’s ears. “Try the bathroom.”
He laughs when he hears Hardison hit his head against the door. “Hey, there, Mr. Wiggins. Daddy loves you, please don’t hurt him. No, Mr. Wiggins, no, bad cat! Sit! Heel!”
Eliot feels no sympathy when Hardison returns to the freezer for a second bag of ice-pack vegetables.
“Seriously, man?” Hardison asks, indignant.
“You let her get the cat!”
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Much love for this. Much, much love. :)
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