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I want to make one thing clear, here.

[ From the background noise, it's obvious Eames is out and about, but has taken the time to grace you with the dulcet tones of his exasperation! ]

Just because I fancied myself a tattoo artist with an already compromised state of mind previously doesn't mean I went around gifting you lot with one while you were sleeping. Were I going to plant one right on your left cheek, I'd have charged you for the trauma - I never endure any stressor for free, you know. Economics, so on and so forth. Besides, considering it seems to be coupled with the fact that there are far too many horses roaming about the City, I think it's fair to cry curse without risking crying wolf.

Speaking of, though - when did the carousel undergo renovations? Rather, is dilapidation the new rage? So long as it's not the equivalent of the sand from a few months past, I suppose. I've done rather good with avoiding death, apart from the shark.

[ ooc: Eames is roaming about the City today if anyone would like to action thread on the side! Places he's going to hit up are the the carousel, the Hall of the Missing, work (Saya's garage), and then either The Blue Light or an equivalent blues bar. Otherwise, treat it as the network post it is! ]

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[ Cobb is, in fact, not a pony and also not tattooed, for which he is grateful, and he's actually left the house for something other than a short stroll on his own today. He's joined Eames for an aimless walk around town that will probably end with a drink somewhere, because he truly does enjoy his company even if their differences are many and things have been strained between them at various points in their acquaintance -- especially now, especially after the Fischer job. He realizes that the distrust is something he deserves, but he cannot bring himself to explain his motivations or attempt to make the rest of the team understand how he rationalizes his actions, even less offer them any sort of apology, so he doesn't.

He's not proud of it, but it's hardly the same thing as claiming to feel remorse, so Dom deals with the problem by not speaking of it at all. Hands in his pockets, he's instead taking in their surroundings, and he's doing it more relaxedly than he's been seen to before - not because he's settling in or accepts the situation for what it is, but because he's become good at adapting and the sight of ponies is one that hardly has his eyes glued anymore. ]

I'd say I've gotten lucky with the curses, but that might be to tempt fate.

[ He's not stupid enough to believe that it's not going to be his turn eventually, sooner rather than later, but as it is now, he hasn't been subjected to a single one. ]

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Some have been here for years and have yet to be affected by these things, [ Eames quips as they trail their way along the main thoroughfare of the city. ] At least, in a way that is something other than the passive changes that sometimes occur.

So you might be lucky yet.