Okay, so, first of all, I absolutely adore this. I adore the idea behind it, I adore the execution behind it, EVERYTHING.
Now: Uber-specific notes I took throughout:
"Okay, maybe you're not completely stupid," he said as he passed. Hardison would later pin point that as the exact moment his extremely ill-timed, inappropriate crush on Chef Spencer began.
because all the bestest, most mature relationships start with a left-handed compliment :DD
Hardison channelled his inner Donna Noble and peeked out the big, round window.
:DDDDDDDDDDDDD
Eliot drained his water and set the glass on the bar for someone else to clean up. "Alright. Do you want to come home with me?"
LOOOVE. :DDDDD <333333 Love Eliot being all BAM. I AM HOT. YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO SEX ME UP.
Hardison, can you shut up please? He's taking off his shirt. I need to focus.
THAT IS OF COURSE V. V. IMPORTANT STUFF THAT REQUIRES FOCUS.
"Cool," he said, trying to convey just how nonchalant he was about it.
love that turn of phrase, "just how nonchalant he was". Cute.
Hardison nodded, a little shell-shocked. "Did you just call Doctor Who a medical show?"
Eliot stared blankly. "Yeah, I'm not really into stuff like that."
I AM OFFENDED, ELIOT. and it takes a lot to get me mad at your sey, sexy self.
He nudged Hardison's forehead with his own again, that sweet, intimate moment amongst the chaos of the kitchen
SO CUTE. Like, flip-floppy tummy CUTEEE.
Do you want to fight?" He tossed his hair over his shoulder and reached to tie it back. "Because we can do that."
"No, no, no," Hardison said quickly.
OH MY GOSH, FUCKING RUN, HARDISON!
Basically, everything is awesome, this adorable, DAWW~~~~~
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Now: Uber-specific notes I took throughout:
"Okay, maybe you're not completely stupid," he said as he passed. Hardison would later pin point that as the exact moment his extremely ill-timed, inappropriate crush on Chef Spencer began.
because all the bestest, most mature relationships start with a left-handed compliment :DD
Hardison channelled his inner Donna Noble and peeked out the big, round window.
:DDDDDDDDDDDDD
Eliot drained his water and set the glass on the bar for someone else to clean up. "Alright. Do you want to come home with me?"
LOOOVE. :DDDDD <333333
Love Eliot being all BAM. I AM HOT. YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO SEX ME UP.
Hardison, can you shut up please? He's taking off his shirt. I need to focus.
THAT IS OF COURSE V. V. IMPORTANT STUFF THAT REQUIRES FOCUS.
"Cool," he said, trying to convey just how nonchalant he was about it.
love that turn of phrase, "just how nonchalant he was". Cute.
Hardison nodded, a little shell-shocked. "Did you just call Doctor Who a medical show?"
Eliot stared blankly. "Yeah, I'm not really into stuff like that."
I AM OFFENDED, ELIOT. and it takes a lot to get me mad at your sey, sexy self.
He nudged Hardison's forehead with his own again, that sweet, intimate moment amongst the chaos of the kitchen
SO CUTE. Like, flip-floppy tummy CUTEEE.
Do you want to fight?" He tossed his hair over his shoulder and reached to tie it back. "Because we can do that."
"No, no, no," Hardison said quickly.
OH MY GOSH, FUCKING RUN, HARDISON!
Basically, everything is awesome, this adorable, DAWW~~~~~