[ AUDIO / ACTION ] - FORWARD DATED TO NIGHT TIME

[shifts]

[ The audio portion of the device appears to come on in mid conversation, following the clattering sound of it hitting linoleum tiling. ] --bugger. [ Eames' voice comes as surprisingly weary, a short huff as he bends from his chair to retrieve the device. The fall was enough to knock out the small light that informs him it's recording, though, so

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[eiremagic]

[She's standing in the doorway - she spots Orange and starts laughing]

Fuck I couldn' have made this shite up.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Blowin' smoke in the air like he just don't care because it's just Eden there.]

What's so funny. [Snort.]

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[shifts]

[ Squint. ]

Sorry?

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[eiremagic]

[She's laughing at Orange, not you, Mr. Eames.]

Is this like a hobby? Spendin' free time here? They should just get yeh a room to keep.

[She's got her phlebotomy kit with her, time for blood draws]

[ooc: Orange, Eames, Eden order?]

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[orangetoughguy]

["Hah hah." That's the sarcastic face without sound he gives to Eden. Oh fucks another hospital person strolling by. At least Freddy has the decency not to get Eden in trouble at work. He puts the cigarette out. On the chair.]

I ain't been here in a fuckin' long time.

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[shifts]

You ought to get a better hobby, Mister O.

[ If you're hanging out at hospitals... ]

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[eiremagic]

[She closes the door behind her when she goes in but the curtains aren't drawn]

Sorry, I've been gone a bit, time gets muddled.

[SNORT.]

Didn' know yeh got yehrself a new partner, though.

[She means in crime, not in sex. Arm out, Eames]

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[orangetoughguy]

It's not a fuckin' hobby.

[Motherfucker. Oh haha you get to be poked first, Eames.] He ain't no partner.

[However she means it though Orange is pretty sure she don't mean it sexually. How could she know?!]

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[shifts]

Why do you have to pull more blood from me? There's plenty on my trouser leg for you. [ EYES. ]

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[eiremagic]

[She rolls her eyes. She gets this about 20 times a day, and also Eames is British so in her opinion he is a big baby]

They need to check white blood cell count, at the very least. This is standard shite, boyo.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Hahahaha now who's laughing. Freddy Newendyke is.]

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[shifts]

[ Eames may not be sulking but he's still reluctant in handing his arm out with a short scowl. ] You talk to all patients like that?

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[eiremagic]

[She starts the blood draw. She's very good at it. Perceptive eyes may notice a pair of round, Celtic-knot patterned scars on the inside of her wrists]

Take it up with House.

[That's a yes]

Yeh admitted or are yeh just watchin'?

[To Freddy]

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[orangetoughguy]

Admitted I think. No stitches.

[He lifts the dressing from his head to show off the graze wound on his scalp. It only looks nasty and while it hurts like a bitch he's pretty fucking lucky the shot didn't get him just another half inch to the right.]

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[shifts]

Give 'im a Sponge Bob bandaid, yeah? [ Eames only imparts a passing look to Orange, focusing instead on this blood lady. ]

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[eiremagic]

A what?

[Sorry, after her time. She puts away Eames' blood and turns to Freddy]

Arm out, boyo. No whinin'.