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@mindmastered II gets a plotted thing

i think it definitely deteriorates but i feel like eliot’s got pretty decent hearing. even if it’s a little harder to hear stuff than it had been when he was a young man. he’s on high alert ALL the time. he’s always straining to hear something, something that might indicate that something might happen, something bad. i think as he gets older it’s definitely not going to be great. and eliot definitely relies on all of his other senses a LOT to try and make sure he isn’t surprised by any attacks ever, but i feel like, currently, it’s okay. it’s not like it was when he was 18 and just joined up. but. he’s not deaf. if people are whispering across the room he definitely can’t hear them and sometimes if he’s not actively listening things are a little harder to understand and he might need people to repeat themselves, but it’s pretty alright. 

When the sun had finally gone down for the night, the air cooled but he still hadn’t found anything to drink. In his search for food and water, he had accidentally stumbled on a mother cat who left his nose scratched and bleeding. Licking his nose was the best he could do, but it still hurt. Laying down in a doorway that didn’t seem to have a lot of foot traffic, he decided that he would have to hope that tomorrow would rain and he could drink from the puddles.

“So just push me off the bar, I beg of you.” 

        ❛  Hey  there.  ❜   Lisa  Cuddy  is  just  getting  home.  It’s  not  the  first  time  she’s  been  confronted  by  this  face  --  strong-willed  and  perhaps  a  bit  overwhelming  for  some  --  but  Lisa  knows  him  well  enough  at  this  point  to  recognize  the  harmlessness,  too,  and  for  this  she  offers  a  genuine,  small  smile,  stopping,  one  hand  resting  on  the  porch  railing  banister.   ❛  Allison’s  working  late.  Looking  for  her?  ❜

There was no denying that they were valuable, though - in fact, paintings like that were pretty much priceless if you found the right buyer - and, after the Gauguin heist last spring, she had plenty of contacts in that field, but on this occasion even the prospect of a big payday could not distract her from the allure of something so beautifully shiny. “Tell me, does the blue moon of Josephine have enough ‘name recognition’ for you, Mr. Ford, or would I better off taking my proposal elsewhere too?”