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[pyrimidine]

Along the same lines of the dickpunching fic, kind of...but not really...

For this prompt: You know that thing where a woman drops something down her cleavage, well Eames does it with something Arthur absolutely needs, but down his pants.

Comments

[weatherfront]

Your writing is so crisp-clean ;____; like, there isn't a single awkward moment, HOW. SO GOOD. v v v Also Arthur being a ~master hacker~ makes me happy down my pants, yesssss

[pyrimidine]

WOULD LIKE A STORY ABOUT ARTHUR THE ~MASTER HACKER~ WHO WEARS THICK GLASSES AND LIVES IN A BASEMENT AND GROWS A NECKBEARD AND SQUINTS EVERY TIME HE EMERGES TO GRAB LIKE, AN APPLE OR SOMETHING SO HE DOESN'T DIE IN HIS BASEMENT ABODE, TY

[weatherfront]

I KNOW YOU DON'T ACTUALLY.

[pyrimidine]

WHY WOULD I SAY IT IF I DON'T REALLY WANT IT

[blue_jack]

Ohhhh, I am so in love with this, lol. Why isn't there morrrrrrrrrre? There needs to be morrrrrrrrrrrre! ;) The next time could be on purpose. XD XD XD XD

[pyrimidine]

Thanks, man! ahahahahahah morrrrrrrre? /olivertwist

If it was on purpose, Arthur would probably light Eames's pants on fire and wait for the ensuing panic before calmly grabbing whatever it is that he needed :D

[jibrailis]

I want to live inside of your brain, where it is beautiful and perfect. ;____; I was reading this while waiting for class to start, and my laughter when Eames dropped it down his pants startled the entire class.

[pyrimidine]

The inside of my brain is probably like a big, empty room, so if you like quiet places then COME ON IN :D

[anatsuno]

eeeeeeeeee :D :D :D

Just about perfect.

[pyrimidine]

:DDD Thanks so much!

[soul_cake_duck]

!!!!

*simultanous high pitched squealing and sighs*

Eames, the banter, the Arthur having no shame - it is all awesome :D

[pyrimidine]

Arthur is like, :| :| pants are just large swatches of fabric cut into the shape of legs /COLD OBJECTIVITY