I suppose whatever force behind the city couldnt part from me for too long. Apparently Im back just in time for the holidays ? With a few surprises in the mix, in fact. It could be worse; it could be one of those visitor weekends
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[ Oh Mister Waffle ooohhh. Eames certainly did not, so he enters Ariadne's room long enough to goad Waffle onto his hand and back into his cage, securing it shut this time. It wouldn't appear that Ariadne has stashed any cigarettes here, and his own is near depleted - but it does well enough, anyway, considering he'd been trying to quit ever since picking the habit back up again in the City. Shutting the door behind him again as he steps back out into the hall, he makes his way downstairs to check there. ]
[ Those kissing noises follow Eames as he exits Ariadne's room, accompanied by a squawk of "Lemon!" from the bird until the door is shut. As for the cigarettes, well, they're with Ariadne, who is currently stepping back inside and tucking her pack back into her pocket. What a weekend. ]
[ Bird stop trying to flirt, Eames simply does not roll that way. He spots Ariadne though as soon as he's hit the bottom landing, brow raising a bit. ] Ariadne.
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Hello, Mr. Eames.
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Hello, Miss Saya.
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But don't worry, Ariadne's in the house. Somewhere. ]
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Most of all, you missed postcards. Hello, Eames.
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