October 14th, 2015

pensive-face

Nana's house, Calumet Heights, Chicago, Illinois, Wednesday night, FT

Eliot was quite used to being up at all hours, sneaking around to make sure he didn't wake up anyone else. So when he found himself up in the middle night, when the rest of the house had finally gone quiet, he made his way silently to the kitchen with a book under his arm.

"Ah," he said when he came in. "I didn't think anyone else was awake."

Walking in on someone else moving around silently in the middle of the night -- someone else who wasn't a threat -- was new.

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[ooc: NFB, natch. Preplayed with the incomparable age_of_the_geek]