one restart and a lost form later

Apr 23, 2011 15:13

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six. in the warehouse. because we can. beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 22:00:29 UTC
[Filing things. That's what he does.]

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sounds legit to me! paisleythief April 24 2011, 22:14:48 UTC
* What's this? Arthur's still around?

Eames slips into the room, silent save for the rustle of his jeans- yes Arthur, his jeans, the ones you call work 'inappropriate' even thought they're just jeans. Leaning on the doorframe, Eames appreciates the shape of Arthur's body from behind before he says, *

Be truthful with me darling, do you live here?

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pft. a/e, a weakness. beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 22:21:05 UTC
[He turns slightly to look at the other man, catching his outfit and refraining from saying anything.] Some of us do work, you know.

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here here. studying? finals? what are those? /FINDS MEMES paisleythief April 24 2011, 22:24:36 UTC
Surely not all the time, and not with the single minded efficiency that you do. * Which can be a compliment, if he wants it to be, but 'work' is a dirty word in Eames' vocabulary- and not the good kind of dirty, either. *

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it's understandable. doing nothing productive beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 22:31:31 UTC
[He puts the file away and there's a hint of a smile at Eames' words. This does not mean he's won any sort of victory though.] No. You just live some glamorous lifestyle. I have a schedule, I keep to it. What you call efficiency, I call my life.

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paisleythief April 24 2011, 22:42:31 UTC
* Eames is sure it'll be a long time before he's won any victories with Arthur, at least, any truly discernible victories. For now, he works with what he can get. Throwing the other off guard and trying to be the heat beneath his collar.

He groans, * You're killing me Arthur. This is not your life, this is your job.

Your life is out there, * Eames motions to the front door (which, technically, is through the belly of the warehouse, but Eames isnt one to split hairs), a place that sees far less of Arthur than it does of Eames. * Life means beer and cards and getting laid!

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beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 22:53:15 UTC
I get laid. [Arthur was slightly defensive about that. He was twenty three. He was a male. He got laid, Eames.]

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paisleythief April 24 2011, 22:58:05 UTC
* While Eames has enough control not to outright laugh at the other, he doesn't quite have it in him to not look VERY skeptical. * Not possible. You've gone back to your apartment twice for a collective twenty minutes each. That's not even time enough for a good wank, let alone a proper shag-

* That look? Thats the look of understanding, dawning across his face. Dirty, filthy, understanding. * Oh. So that's it. You get your rocks off here, innit?

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beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 23:03:08 UTC
What? [And this look is one of shock and horror.] That is highly inappropriate, Eames.

[A beat.] You are tracking my movements?

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paisleythief April 24 2011, 23:13:54 UTC
Precisely, which is what makes me so proud of you. * Eames winks, mistaking that shock and horror at the idea for shock and horror at being caught. * Didn't think you had it in you bruv. You do it in here? * Eames closes the door, checking to see if it locks from the inside. Look at that! It does! * Got a lock on the door and everything; good planning.

* ACTIVATE INNOCENT MODE!

Shit... It's not so much innocent as it is just a less lascivious smirk. Well, so much for that. * Gotta know where to go to take you up on that cuppa, yeah?

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beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 23:18:27 UTC
Eames, I would never have sex here. It's where I work. It's dirty. It's inappropriate. [He sighs. Arthur knows this is a losing battle. Eames' smug smile is plastered. It's not going anywhere.]

That's bordering on creepy, Eames.

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paisleythief April 24 2011, 23:31:03 UTC
I bet that makes it better for you. * Losing battle? More like losing war, but yes, this is one battle of the many they're sure to come up against. And Eames will be smirking and licking his lips wet with that tongue of his the entire way. * Should've figured you'd be into work fantasies.

That's what happens when you lead a guy to six different apartments all leased under different aliases, none of which are the actual place you live. * Theres a compliment in there about how well Arthur's able to cover his tracks, but he's not exactly denying that following the other is pretty creep. *

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beforeparadoxes April 24 2011, 23:47:17 UTC
[He catches that, the way his tongue goes over his lips, and it makes him straighten. He's being affected by it and trying to act like it. He turns and crosses his arms, leaning against the file cabinet.] Eames, you're being crass. You have no idea what I like.

You're not exactly subtle. If you just want to come home with me, you could have asked. [Not that he would tell him. Arthur was just being smug now.]

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paisleythief April 25 2011, 00:04:54 UTC
Yup, crass and unapologetic. * Why deny the truth? Eames doesnt see the point. What he does see, is an opportunity to make the other uncomfortable again, so he takes it, moving across the room with the intent to just be closer to Arthur. * Some things are pretty much universal Arthur, and I'm thinking you'd like anything I'd do.

Why go home with you when you'd obviously much rather have me here? * Have me is a very lose term, and Eames doesnt even think about it before he says it. It's all good natured ribbing, right? Besides, Arthur doesnt- well. Eames doesnt know which way Arthur swings. All signs point to paperwork-sexual, but that can't be right. *

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beforeparadoxes April 25 2011, 00:24:50 UTC
[He stares him down, unmoving.] You don't bother me, Eames. Try what you will. [For all his control and all his airs, Arthur knows he can do things to him. The rattling is one thing, but Eames' mouth is another thing entirely.]

I wouldn't have you anywhere. You're not my type. [He really wasn't, but maybe there was just a tiny sense of him that wanted the lack of control, to be completely undone.]

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not only did i fail with formatting but it posted twice to spite me! /tears+rage paisleythief April 25 2011, 00:39:28 UTC
You assume too much Arthur, * Eames'll find that out soon, with enough pressing he'll map out all the little bits that rend Arthur to pieces. * I wouldn't try anything you didn't explicitly ask me to.

* He shrugs, leaning a hip against the desk, trapping Arthur between himself, a wall, and the open filing cabinet. * That's the thing darling, I'm everyone's type. You like the busty blonde number? Or the brunette in the black dress? Or maybe Cobb's what you like, older, daddy issues maybe?

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