Fog is mysterious. Rain just messes up my hair.
Sophie Devereaux
Eliot had been looking forward to going to the weekend farmer's market all week. He had managed to befriend some of the best vendors and last time they had promised him that he could have his pick of their prime products, provided that he could get there early enough. He had seen that the weather forecast said that it would be foggy in the early morning, but burn off and be a beautiful day around ten o'clock. Eliot didn't mind, after all, fog is mysterious and perfect for lurking.
He was up and gone by six o'clock, a good two hours before Hardison and Parker would even think about getting up. When the pair did get up it was to the smell of a tasty, farm fresh breakfast and the sound of Eliot pounding on his punching bag.
They gently padded down the stairs, hand in hand. When they rounded the corner to say good morning they both stopped dead in their tracks. Eliot was dressed in his customary black shorts and t-shirt with a bandana wrapped around his head. That in itself was not unusual, but exploding out from underneath his bandana was what looked the like Cowardly Lion had gone through the wash and had been tacked to Eliot's scalp.
"Dude, you need to tame that mane." Hardison said, bringing his fist up to his mouth like he usually did. Eliot merely growled in response and didn't stop his attack on the hapless bag.
"Eliot." Parker said, reaching out to touch the frizzy hair. "What happened to your pretty hair?"
Eliot stopped punching the bag, turned and said, "Sophie was wrong about fog."
Leverage
For Christmas that year Parker and Hardison gave Eliot a life time supply of really good conditioner and a flat iron with a wolf on it.