♣ ???] the lou ferrigno job (50th)

[verydistinctive]

[there's a crunch of porcelain before a cup of luke-warm coffee pours over the journal]

Dammit! Dammi-- [reaches for paper towels and starts to blot at the mess]

Sorry, guys. Just a broken mug.

Shit. [takes his journal and goes to flick it next to him, but the binding cracks in half and the journal flies out of his hand and across the floor]

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[reshaper]

Eliot? You okay?

[ SUP DUDE. she hasn't poked you in awhile ]

[verydistinctive]

[he hasn't poked at her either, but he's glad to hear from her]

Yeah... yeah, just - probably an old glass. [and journal... he picks it the journal and sets it on the table]

How've you been?

[ooc: sorry I read that and went - what did I type? Then realized what I meant.. after I edited it. /time to sleep I guess.]

[reshaper]

Didn't cut yourself or anything?

Not bad! How about you? Aside from breaking glasses. [ pfft, she sounds a little amused ]

[ ooc; IT'S ALL GOOD. :3 SLEEP TIGHT! ]

[verydistinctive]

[he's torn between amused and frustrated at the moment]

Nah, no cuts. Coffee wasn't even hot.

Otherwise, I'm good.

[a beat] How'd that stuff work out? [he says it as if he's trying to be not-nosy about it]