Parker wakes with her face halfway smashed into a pillow and an arm curled around her waist. She lifts her head, blinking slowly and blowing out a sharp breath to clear her bangs out of her eyes. Peering over Hardison's shoulder she can just make out the clock on the bedside table. A little before eight, which couldn't be right because she
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I blame my roommate for the soup. She made corn chowder last night and it was delicious.
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Excellent, dear :D
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I love these three so much. They are my happy place.
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Hardison would definitely do that, considering how often he likes to stay up playing World of Warcraft.
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Makes me wish I could curl up with them. ^_-
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