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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.

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[cobweb_diamond]

Flalaaaaaaaaaaaa <---- I don't know that was just the sound of happiness my brain made when I saw that a) you had posted fic, and b) it was just as awesome as I could have predicted. YESSSSS, EAMES, ARTHUR, WHAT. ok then. ♥

[pyrimidine]

At first I saw 'falafel', and now I want one >:(

<3333333 YOU ARE THE BEST, GAV

[osaraba]

JSYK, if you heard muffled squeeing on the train this morning, that was me. <3

[pyrimidine]

I was wondering what that sound was :DDD

[bauble]

Tee hee. Oh Arthur :)

[pyrimidine]

PANTS? ARTHUR DON'T CARE ABOUT NO PANTS.

[laliandra]

Arthur is a hacker! Eames cultivates that idea in people just to prove them wrong! Ngh, yes.

“Oh. Right.” Eames fumbles around in Arthur’s satchel, which is pretty much an endless abyss folded into the form of an Italian leather bag.

PENROSE SATCHEL <3

[pyrimidine]

OR, it's that bottomless bag that Hermione has in the last Harry Potter book. HOGWARTS!SATCHEL

[lilylines]

This is ridiculously delightful. I'm all grin-y. : D

[pyrimidine]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. :D