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[lieformoney]

To Yusuf, chemistry was his default language. People were problems not so easily solved. It wasn't that he couldn't appreciate a pretty woman or man and a bit of conversation, of course, but for the most part he preferred the company of of the predictable and understandable.

And while most of his money was made through sedatives, but Yusuf had a

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[perfectforgery]

Eames had learned quite a few things about chemists over the years. He had never been a heavy drug user, even in his younger years when recreational drug use was a social activity, but every so often he did find himself more than a bit interested. Hallucinogens did wonderful things to your perception, and even he could admit that he wouldn't have gotten to where he was in his field without the occasional trip or two. The thing about chemists though, was that they could never be trusted, not with what they were putting into your body. No matter how much they charged, it took a lot for Eames to trust a chemist. He never went first, never took what the creator wouldn't. Chemists were tricky.

Yusuf though, was probably the most genuine chemist he had ever met. Still, the rule still stood, and there Yusuf was, using his own particular formula on himself. Well alright then. Uncrossing his arms from the doorway, Eames sat down in the chair beside Yusuf, getting close to get his attention before he hooked himself in. "Evening Yusuf. I'm going to join you if you don't mind," He didn't expect a response, not at this point, and hooked himself in without waiting for it.