"I found more pillows and blankets upstairs," Eliot said, trying to carry a pile of linens taller than he was down the stairs without tripping over Val. "I bet with these we could make the whole living room into a fort!"
He tripped on the last stair, flinging the linens in front of him and tumbling into them with a big *fwoof*.
"An' I found a whole bunch of toy swords an' knives an' things," he said from the pile. "This place is so cool."
[ooc: for the tiny boyfriend in particular, but also open!]
But it did have toy swords and fake knives, and so many pillows and cushions and sheets and blankets, and enough room to make a truly epic blanket fort. "I been makin' some blueprints," he said, holding up papers that he'd drawn over. "Cause you gotta make sure that everythin' balances right or it'll topple over." He couldn't exactly explain why he knew this would work, but he was certain he was. "See?"
They were about as real as the weapons right now, and she was having fun getting in and out of them.
Edited at 2015-11-23 06:20 am (UTC)
There was a reason why Eliot spent most of his time outside hiding in improbable places.
Edited at 2015-11-23 06:43 am (UTC)