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→ FROM THE KITCHEN 1/2 | sloth curse

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Eames, you've been like that all day. Have some decency.

→ FROM THE KITCHEN | 2/2

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At least put on your pants.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[shifts]

My trousers are waiting for Arthur's meticulous iron.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[construire]

So you're only assuming he'll do it.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[shifts]

It's in his basket, after all.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM 1/2

[construire]

I'm certain Arthur can recognize his own clothing.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM 2/2

[construire]

Put on your pants.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM 1/2

[shifts]

He can also recognize wrinkles so deep they threaten to become pleats.

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[shifts]

You can pretend they're swimming shorts.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM 1/2

[construire]

You did him the favor of kicking him off the couch last night. You think he's going to pay you back?

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[construire]

It's not even the underwear, Eames. It's the fact you've been sitting there for hours. Almost the entire day.

I didn't think you could get sick in dreams.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[shifts]

I spent sixteen hours winning you lot a handsome sum of money. I think that's deserving of someone ironing my bloody trousers, isn't it?

→ FROM THE KITCHEN

[construire]

You sure it's for us?

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[shifts]

Have I given you reason to doubt?

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[construire]

What do you think?

[ She's not saying anything more than that.

Now she crosses the threshold of the kitchen, sandwich in hand, ready to fight you for a share of that couch, Forger. ]

Scoot over.

→ FROM THE LIVING ROOM

[shifts]

[ Moves over with the overall speed and grace of a slug in a bath of beer, though his eyes are trained on Ariadne's delicious looking sandwich. His stomach reminds him he hasn't eaten all day. ]

What's that, then?