Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison hadn't wanted to leave Eliot's today. Between his face still hurting and the massive changes that happened to the house (and the world outside of it), he'd given serious thought to grabbing his partners and having a grand tour of the safe room that Eliot was building and just not coming out until whatever this was was over. That thought

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[zmeya_zilant]

"Hmmmmmmmm," hummed a voice through the ceiling. It sounded like the kind of voice a self-satisfied cat would have: smug and curious, mean and happy. "There's a mouse. In my house. Hello, mouse! Did you come to play?"

There was a sound like sharpening blades, or maybe curving talons digging into roof slates.

[age_of_the_geek]

For a minute, Hardison was tempted to just not answer. Maybe that would convince her to go away?

The rustling on the rooftop convinced him that was a stupid idea, though. It would probably just make her come down. "Nah," he called. "Ain't really in a playin' mood. Mostly just wanted to grab a few things an' then bail, you know? Not bother nobody."

If Eliot wanted to content ownership of the diner, he was free to do so. Hardison was just going to nope right out of that.

[zmeya_zilant]

"You're here to steal from me?" The voice sounded delighted. "Getting in is easy. ~You can check in any time you like...~" Yeah, you know how that song goes, Hardison. "Or did you bring me something? Other than your sweet self? Gotta pay the toll, troll."

[age_of_the_geek]

"I brought...I brought..." He quickly patted down his pockets, hoping that he could find something that the creature would want. "I got this cash register here?" he suggested, before hitting the manual open.

Empty. Dammit.

"An' maybe some other stuff?"