well we know he's going to be fine for a couple of days before he breaks down again, Margo texted, rubbing her forehead. we need a plan. maybe we need to perma-mute the fucker.
Eliot didn't really have a response to that. He'd felt what happened when Jon got hungry and could talk. He'd felt what happened when he tried to manage a controlled feeding to mitigate things, too.
Then Margo was treated to a very long stretch of three dots and Eliot started and deleted any number of attempts to explain why he'd decided not to do it again without getting an 'I told you so' loud enough to be heard from orbit.
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Slightly.
What the fuck was he thinking
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Again. They had to find the guy something cruelty free and filling to snack on, one of these days.
idiot was in hiding and then LET IN VISITORS
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You could sort of hear the growl.
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I know I’m usually the less aggro one in this relationship but I’m tempted to just let you loose on him
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Eliot was tempted to let her.
though fuck knows what the fucking eye thing will do if it gets hungry and he can’t talk
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fuck
That . . . seemed to cover it, yes.
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Then Margo was treated to a very long stretch of three dots and Eliot started and deleted any number of attempts to explain why he'd decided not to do it again without getting an 'I told you so' loud enough to be heard from orbit.
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She rolled her eyes and eyed her nails. She could give him a few more moments before she rubbed it in.
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Eliot finally decided on the spell was a tightrope. almost too much for one magician
There. Put in a little bit of a dig of "well maybe if I had help" to go with the whole eating crow thing.
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She was not moved.
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It had admittedly been a long shot.
Eliot heaved a dramatic sigh -- not that she could see it.
you were right. but I wasn't wrong to try.