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."
Chuckling, Eliot decided to move on from Margo's rag conversation. Instead he picked up the quiche and, as gracefully as one possibly could when stabbing into anything in a pie plate, scooped up a bite of it. He couldn't help letting out a little groan as he chewed it, then gestured towards the other fork sitting on his bedside table.
"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."
"Quentin, I tell you now, if you ever catch me eating an entire quiche on my own? Either it's not me or something is horribly wrong." Eliot said it so deadpan, too. Because he was very serious about that.
"So. I've been bored lately. Tell me something interesting."
[ooc: OMG I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! The notification got eaten amongst all my things.]
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Eliot and Quentin/filloryfanboy, continued from TFLN
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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And also Quentin would never say anything about Margo's periods to her face because he values his limbs remaining attached to his body. But. You know.
He somewhat awkwardly rests the quiche plate on the mattress for Eliot as he sits down. "Happy to help?"
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"Don't tell me you expected me to be able to eat this entire thing on my own. I would never be able to stay so svelte if I did things like that."
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He's teasing! He's mostly teasing. He's grabbing a fork as they speak so he can take a bite of his own.
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"So. I've been bored lately. Tell me something interesting."
[ooc: OMG I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! The notification got eaten amongst all my things.]