Eliot had spent his own day trying to cram a very, very large number of small handbags and clutches into closets. Along with an army-issue duffel bag marked "father issues" and an extremely heavy teddy-bear backpack he outright refused to look too closely at.
Honestly, the trunk labeled "Kathy" that showed up in his office at the school had practically been a relief.
Even more of a relief, though, was finally getting word from Hardison that the Butcher had made it to town. Thanks to Shelley's intel -- the man had apparently been all over this city -- he now had that narrowed down to a neighborhood. He managed to keep his stalking around like a serial killer to a minimum as he moved through the streets, but people still cleared out of his way as he went. Probably some sort of horrible glint in his eye or something.
But, well. This was one bag he would not regret adding to his pile.
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Date: 2015-11-19 06:50 am (UTC)Honestly, the trunk labeled "Kathy" that showed up in his office at the school had practically been a relief.
Even more of a relief, though, was finally getting word from Hardison that the Butcher had made it to town. Thanks to Shelley's intel -- the man had apparently been all over this city -- he now had that narrowed down to a neighborhood. He managed to keep his stalking around like a serial killer to a minimum as he moved through the streets, but people still cleared out of his way as he went. Probably some sort of horrible glint in his eye or something.
But, well. This was one bag he would not regret adding to his pile.