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33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday afternoon
Dec. 10th, 2021 01:12 pmSo. Eliot had managed to give Jon's weird metabolism something to feed on for a hot minute despite it very much still being played out, and as far as he could tell, he hadn't managed to pick up a psychic hitchhiker while he was at it.
He had, however, managed to drain Jon's entire apartment of any ambient magic and completely exhaust himself.
He swanned wobbily into the house, feeling much like he might after a very successful party back at Brakebills, and let himself collapse full length across the couch in the living room.
"We need a fainting couch," he announced into the cushion. "This would be much better with a fainting couch. And grapes. And brie!"
If anything would let Margo know that it had all gone okay and Eliot was not going to slowly dissolve into his own trauma, it was overly dramatic demands for fanciness.
[expecting the housemate, but can also be open!]
He had, however, managed to drain Jon's entire apartment of any ambient magic and completely exhaust himself.
He swanned wobbily into the house, feeling much like he might after a very successful party back at Brakebills, and let himself collapse full length across the couch in the living room.
"We need a fainting couch," he announced into the cushion. "This would be much better with a fainting couch. And grapes. And brie!"
If anything would let Margo know that it had all gone okay and Eliot was not going to slowly dissolve into his own trauma, it was overly dramatic demands for fanciness.
[expecting the housemate, but can also be open!]