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Edison’s line of sight, lowering his voice. “Oh yeah? Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” The smirk that follows is both inviting and likely infuriating. Made only worse by the minty bubble he blows between them, with a steady ease. A silent dare.

Leaning back in his chair Elliot blew turned his gum over in his mouth, pinching the tip to stretch a long string out in front of him before coiling it back together between his teeth. “Uh huh. Remind me again how awful I am so we can wrap this up and get back to business.”

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Brows shooting skywards in a second however as his feet slipped down from the desk, a loud “Hah!” Shooting out of him. “Thats so funny because last I remember, I never said it did!”

Elliot’s eyes very nearly roll out of his head. “Oh my god- what because you couldn’t take a shit in peace?” He laughs, short and sharp. He always enjoyed when Edison got like this, it was so easy to make him uppity. “The cubicles were free, you didn’t have to watch.”

Child, not only by Edison but by his father too. “Mm well, that happened a long time ago.. a whole decade if you can believe it. So you don’t need to call anyone, I wasn’t taken advantage of. I gave her my complete and enthusiastic consent.”

With a chorus of obnoxiously loud chews on their way to his office, where he paused to hold the door open for Edison, blowing a bubble with a grin as he passed.

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The other. “Excuse me, please.”

“I didn’t shoot you a one liner.” He says to the mirror, combing his hair back into place with a wet hand. “Trousers.” He corrects, dabbing his face with a paper towel as he looks back over at his long suffering companion. “We call them trousers here, Ed.”