33 Apocalypse Ave, yet another Friday morning that shouldn't be

[existencemisspent]

Eliot stood in the kitchen window, watching the marshmallow snow and adding copious amounts of whiskey to his coffee.

"Margo," he called. "Your pizza's ready!"

The oven timer dinged. Eliot sipped his faintly coffee-scented whiskey with a sigh.

"I hate time loops."

[open, but with slowplay likely until mid-afternoon, EST]

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[existencemisspent]

“I know,” Eliot said. “And you’re going to go bother Amaya about your axe later.”