[The door opens with a loud creak from the inside, and-- perhaps shockingly, it's classical music playing. Which is entirely incongruous with the horrible t-shirt and cargo pants, most of the pockets of which are bulging with weird corners and stripped cables.
His hair is still fuzzy and short, but it's freshly washed and Eiffel gives her a bright smile, pushing himself away from the door by way of pushing it open so Shaw can come in.]
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His hair is still fuzzy and short, but it's freshly washed and Eiffel gives her a bright smile, pushing himself away from the door by way of pushing it open so Shaw can come in.]
What's up, hot stuff.