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How cute. My best suits are orange.

[but he...doesn’t sound amused. No, the voice over this feed doesn’t sound amused at all. Yet as hard and stoic as it sounds, you can sort of hint that he might be smiling. or smirking. Or an uncanny combination of the two. He DID pitch a fit earlier, but that was when no one....was around..and was looking BUT!!...something hard lands next to his phone- it makes a thunk! sound]

A classic, really! I wasn’t counting on many of us -or anyone I knew- to take these missions seriously, but. Aha, did you ever.

[LIKE HE’S ONE TO TALK.]

Either way. I hope you’re happy. [A sigh....and a last sound, a loud rrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip--]

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[ Honestly, Meredith needed that little ounce of sleep he could grab. By his standards, he had stayed up aWHILE and he would have admittedly been a little proud of himself for being able to stick around that long had he not realized this was actually.... not any fun at all. He'd conceded and gone home just for the night- for the eight hours of sleep he'd need to keep functioning and only after Elijah had convinced him he would be okay.

Well, Meredith was hardly convinced but he knew he needed to rest himself eventually. And of course, they'd agreed to meet up later, which is where Meredith is headed now. They ARE only two rooms away from each other, but really when did distance ever keep Meredith from worrying about what Elijah might be up to.. And this is hardly their home.

Meredith approaches the door and already hears Elijah talking to... the phone? (To or on-? He.. was honestly still confused about the cell phone functions.) Either way, Meredith decides to wait a moment- that is, until he hears that tear. He starts. ]

Wha- Elijah? [ And a loud knock. ]

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[Elijah just needed some...TIME...to get over the fact that this did, indeed happen. Well, he didn't really know what he was expecting...an eye for an eye, after all. Elijah discards an obnoxiously orange sleeve into the waste-bin and stares thoughtfully at the rest of the garment on his bed. He refrains from huffing about it any further...and what's done is done. Although--

He looks towards the door. Elijah feels a surge- a welling up in him the minute he hears Meredith's muffled voice on the other side. Grabbing the remains of his suit, he walks over and swings the door open. He doesn't need to think twice.]

Meredith. [Elijah INHALES SHARPLY and displays the suit for Meredith to see. Now that Meredith is here Elijah can....well throw another fit. An EVEN BETTER fit. ] Do you see this? Do you know what it is?

Ruined! [And he drops the suit into Meredith's unwaiting arms and stalks off into the room again.] Out of all the cowardly, elementary, fickle things-

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--?! [ He takes the heap of torn suit unknowingly, and doesn’t have much time to get a good look at it because he’s too busy listening to Elijah spout about it. He lets himself into the room and blinks hard when he finds small pieces of Elijah’s... handy work around.

Meredith watches Elijah briefly, quietly, just listening while he weighs the orange fabric in his hands as if that would tell him exactly what happened (or who did it). Meredith knows better than to interrupt, so he waits until Elijah is done before he finally asks, ]

How many are like this? And why is it torn... [ He doesn’t blame Elijah for being upset, but Meredith isn’t exactly impressed when he spies the torn sleeve in the trash can. ]