Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara hated this island on days like today. If she hadn't had her shift here she would have spent it back in her apartment in a slowly growing pile of shredded fabric and leather.

As it was, she was currently attempting to reduce bags with both familiar messages and a few new ones (no thanks to Zinyak) to the aforementioned fabric and leather scraps with a citrus zester.

No, wait, that one with Nobody loves you and your coworkers prefer a bird was Tino's, not hers. So she threw it back at him.

[Open]

The park, Friday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

A week and a half was a lot of time to be as intently focused on something as Eliot had been on Kathy and the Butcher of Kiev. The way it had finally shaken out, with Sterling swooping in at the last possible moment and him and Kathy having to have their heart to heart while fleeing the scene, had left Eliot with even more to think over and worry about. The stitches over his cheek were throbbing in time to the rest of his body -- fighting the Butcher was never easy -- but Eliot knew when he needed to decompress.

Turned out, having a puppy who wanted nothing more from you than your attention and some room to run around in was really good for decompression.

Val was extremely excited to be outside again with her person without him constantly checking his phone. So much so she wasn't even much concerned with the fact that he was mostly interested in sitting on a bench and pressing a cold pack to his face. She ran circles around the bench, pausing on each revolution for a head pat or a back scritch, then taking off again. She chased a squirrel up a tree -- leaving Eliot to wonder if he was going to get trash talked on the radio, now -- and barked joyously at thin air.

It was exhausting just watching her. But Eliot was hard-pressed to think of anything he'd rather be doing just now.

[ooc: My Friday started with a migraine aura ten minutes after I woke up. Post is VERY open.]