As soon as Eliot knew Quentin was outside his room, Eliot stood up and walked over to open the door, his satiny dressing gown swishing around a bit as he moved. He had already been downstairs to grab a bottle of orange juice and a couple glasses.
Never let it be said Eliot was always too selfish to share.
"Ugh, this is exactly what I've been craving. You are a saint, Quentin," he said, ushering his friend into his room. Eliot moved back to his bed and sat down on the edge before grabbing one of the two forks sitting beside the two glasses. "I tried to get Margo to go pick this up but apparently she's on the rag again and let me tell you, the Midol does not help with her mood."
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Eliot and Quentin/filloryfanboy, continued from TFLN
Date: 2025-08-16 04:32 am (UTC)Never let it be said Eliot was always too selfish to share.
"Ugh, this is exactly what I've been craving. You are a saint, Quentin," he said, ushering his friend into his room. Eliot moved back to his bed and sat down on the edge before grabbing one of the two forks sitting beside the two glasses. "I tried to get Margo to go pick this up but apparently she's on the rag again and let me tell you, the Midol does not help with her mood."