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"Touche and all that!" Elijah cries, lunging forward with the twisted coat hanger poking forward. It clashes with Sean's and Sean raises an eyebrow, pausing in his search for a jacket and stepping away from the dark closet. "Right," he says, plunging back into the mess and coming up with the jacket after several tense seconds. "Ah! Gotcha." Elijah pokes at his back weakly. "Bored," he complains, stealing the jacket from Sean's hand. He sets it aside carefully and then winds his arms around Sean's neck, pouting. "Stay home with me." Sean hesitates, sighing, and says, "You know I'd rather." |