I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M POSTING HERE AFTER 2 YEARS, but the power of Inception, right. This is for
summertea, who knows
all the ways into my heart. We started talking about where Arthur would keep his secrets, because a bank or prison seemed too pedestrian and we decided he was pretentious enough to probably use a moleskin (what, they're secure). Wrote the
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I LOVE YOU.
(Also I win the internet FOR GETTING YOU TO WRITE FIC.)
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she is the type of girl i wanted to look like growing up! (I WAS THE ASIAN KID WHO HATED LOOKING ASIAN. BROWN EYES ARE BORING, YOU SEE.)
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Eames sighs. "All right, fine. I'll just club you with the flashlight, it'll have to do." He lurches his body forward and makes a grab for it; Arthur lets out a sound of alarm and hastily clicks the flashlight off.
After a while in the darkness, Eames starts singing all the show tunes in his repertoire.
sdkfjhasdfaj;kfskfllajlk oh, bing. this is amazing.
and Eames laughter trailing into the last lines of this marvelous fic. I love you. this is wonderful. it's just. yeah.
i am beaming at you right now like Eames beams at Arthur. ♥
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BAWLING. AND SO TRUE. Oh, Cathy. *_____*
BUT YES, PLEASE!!!!
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YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HELPED ME PLAN IT! >:E
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I WILL BE BACK GODDAMN YOU.
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