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“You know, Lord Baskerville, it’s really damn hard being intimidating when you keep spontaneously sprouting small featherballs that chirp.”
Leo pets a chick on the head and murmurs; Elliot nearly has a heart attack because Leo is looking up at him through his lashes and ugh, his contractor is an asshole that likes distributing come-hither looks to all and sundry. “Are you jealous, Elliot?”
“If you weren’t my contractor, I would throw a chair at you. …wait, no, I’ll still throw a chair at you. Just you wait.”
(Gali is amazing and wrote something using these people! Go read it.)
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