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[varmint]

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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[bound]

--?! [ 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. ]