I am so ashamed!angelgazingSeptember 27 2010, 00:56:35 UTC
"Sure you belong here, mate?" a voice behind him asks, before his exhaustion can answer the first question without his permission. "Junior division is down the hall and to the left
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Re: I am so ashamed!jibrailisSeptember 27 2010, 00:58:48 UTC
!!!!!
You are the worst kind of crack dealer. This is so intriguing and delightful, and of course Arthur would jump Eames immediately if Eames hadn't opened his mouth. ahahaha, wonderful!
Re: I am so ashamed!angelgazingSeptember 27 2010, 01:03:44 UTC
I'm sorry! I don't mean to be a crack dealer! It just sort of happens... Hahaha Eames totally cockblocks himself by speaking! You'd think he'd learn, but he never seems to.
Re: I am so ashamed!angelgazingSeptember 27 2010, 01:15:02 UTC
Bwah! If only I had something worth actually offering right now.
"Well, Arthur," Eames says, rolling Arthur's name around in his mouth obscenely. Arthur is not impressed, but he can't speak for his dick in the matter. "It is quite the pleasure to meet you."
Arthur snorts. Eames looks confused at everyone else. "Sure," he says, and shrugs his duffle bag higher on his shoulder.
Eames taps the fingers of his left hand against an almost empty water bottle that Arthur had just noticed. He's not dressed for the occasion, except in the loosest of terms. He's got on navy blue yoga pants, a yellow t-shirt that declares his intention to explain through interpretive dance, and tennis shoes.
"Are you sure you belong here?" Arthur asks, because apparently the airline lost his brain to mouth filter.
Luckily, Eames just grins. "Suspicious, aren't you?"
It's a fair assessment. Arthur shrugs, and maybe nods a little bit. Maybe.
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You are the worst kind of crack dealer. This is so intriguing and delightful, and of course Arthur would jump Eames immediately if Eames hadn't opened his mouth. ahahaha, wonderful!
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Ah, thank you. I'm just... going to go hide now.
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"Well, Arthur," Eames says, rolling Arthur's name around in his mouth obscenely. Arthur is not impressed, but he can't speak for his dick in the matter. "It is quite the pleasure to meet you."
Arthur snorts. Eames looks confused at everyone else. "Sure," he says, and shrugs his duffle bag higher on his shoulder.
Eames taps the fingers of his left hand against an almost empty water bottle that Arthur had just noticed. He's not dressed for the occasion, except in the loosest of terms. He's got on navy blue yoga pants, a yellow t-shirt that declares his intention to explain through interpretive dance, and tennis shoes.
"Are you sure you belong here?" Arthur asks, because apparently the airline lost his brain to mouth filter.
Luckily, Eames just grins. "Suspicious, aren't you?"
It's a fair assessment. Arthur shrugs, and maybe nods a little bit. Maybe.
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Look at all these animal metaphors you are reducing me to. :D
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:DDDD
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