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[brobeforehos]

So, dictionaries keep finding their way into my hands, which I took as a sign. But look at what I've found:

EAMES
Pronunciation (US): i:mz
• EAMES (noun)
1. United States designer noted for an innovative series of chairs (1907-1978)
Familiarity information: EAMES used as a noun is very rare.
Instance hypernyms:
decorator; designer; house decorator; interior decorator; interior designer; room decorator (a person who specializes in designing architectural interiors and their furnishings)

Legitimate entry in a dictionary, and all! However, I want to submit a different meaning, considering my vast, thorough research into the matter:

EAMES [i:mz]
adj. Eamesier, Eamesiest

1. Said of a surly, yet (relatively) stylish, rake with a tendency to get in the good graces of anyone despite all instincts warning towards the contrary. 2. A precarious mix of cynicism, imagination and smarminess. 3. Said of a person with a disposition towards changing their mood from lots of fun to the world is ending and everything is a trap in under two comments.

I propose we push this forward as a City-wide accepted definition. All in favour, say-or-type aye.

[ooc; That first definition is real, I shit you not. (He had it coming.)]

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[brobeforehos]

That was very polite. I should add politeness there.

[Fluffs up his ego a bit?]

[signatures]

I have general social etiquette, it's true.

[brobeforehos]

And elegance. Style. Your ties are the envy of the town, mister Eames.

[signatures]

You still have one, I think.

[brobeforehos]

I wore it, you know? On my first day.

[signatures]

At the library? Did you do well?

[brobeforehos]

I did have a lucky charm with me, didn't I?

[signatures]

And a fashionably turned hairband, at that.

How many kebabs can you carry at a time?

[brobeforehos]

For you, as many as I must.

[signatures]

Get me a box of the beef ones at the stand outside of Saya's garage. Just mention my name, he'll know what I like. Then bring them to room 2923 at the hospital.

[brobeforehos]

Wait why are you in the hospital?

[signatures]

Curses that involve spontaneously bleeding out.

[brobeforehos]

That curse's been over for a while now, why are you still in the hospital?

[signatures]

The bleeding out bit.

They may be releasing me in the morning but that doesn't negate the fact the dinners here are awful.

[brobeforehos]

Well, as an experience smuggler of licorice into the hospital walls, I've got your back on this one. But you and I are going to have words about the properties of texting in cases of emergency.

[SAYS THE HYPOCRITE TO THE FORGER.]

[signatures]

I couldn't text very well at the time.

[ Smarmy smarminess. ]

I'll be waiting.

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[brobeforehos]

I'm bringing the food already, no need to make me pity you more. [Or feel any more guilty.

Gosh.

She rolls her eyes.] Okay, on my way.

[And from thereon, all replies through the device happen while she's getting him that BOX of kababs from that ONE PLACE because Eames is also Miranda Priestley, apparently. Of course there is also slipping it into the hospital as discretely as possible, though she suspects medics and nurses are hardly as strict about that anymore.

If a patient's demanding kebabs, that must mean their apetite's back, right? And that is a good thing, generally, correct? Maybe she'll ask Chase for tips on that.

It's not without worry that she does this, though. She's not surprised that he kept it so quiet, in a way - there were many sides of this man that were still and enigma, yet there continued to be something still that made her feel oddly safe knowing he had her back. It helped that he was good at gaining trust, rather than demanding it. However smarmy he was. So maybe she'd have to revise her own taste in making friends. Maybe it wasn't just girls her age and brothers with a dangerous lifestyle and people who'd be great for fun but wouldn't pry into a single thing.

She wonders often what her mother, or even her absent father, would've said, had she known the type of friends Mae had made in the City. Because, well - maybe Eames is one. Which is why she has such ease to poke fun.

Finally, she reaches his room, armed with the requested food, and a smile to make the delivery sweeter.]

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[signatures]

[ By the time Mae comes in, Eames has done the gracious thing and made effort to clean up a bit - a freshly shaven face instead of week old cheeks, antipersperant, so on and so forth. There's little he can do when he's been stuck in the hospital, but Arthur dropped off a few of his things (and shorts) when it became apparent he was staying for longer than a night. Patting his face dry when he hears her opening the door, he glances up, quirking a brow at the pink-haired piece of sunshine in his doorway. Maybe the corners of his eyes crinkle, maybe not. ]

You ought to pick up being a candy striper, at this point. Your hair would match the uniform.

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[brobeforehos]

You know, you're the second one to tell me that. [She smiles, and shrugs.] It must be the big sister complex...

[Her eyes glance at the towel, then up at his face, her smile turning slowly mischevous.] Were you getting pretty for me?

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[signatures]

Then I lose points for originality, [ Eames says instead, though he does scrub at his fresh jaw. ] For you, the nurse, the doctor... Anyone I have to manipulate to leave here early. The healthier and less homeless I look, the better my chances are, I think.

But- do you have something for me?

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[brobeforehos]

I missed the hobo beard? [:c Sad, sad day.

She does step closer to the bed though, and drops her bag on the bed next to his hip, opening it with a flourish.] Voila, with compliments from the chef.

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[signatures]

You already get to see me decrepit in a hospital bed, what more do you need to satisfy you?

[ He brightens at the food, though, pulling the box onto his lap. ] Did you get something for yourself?

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[brobeforehos]

[She waves the question off and hops on the bed near his feet.] I'm fine, don't have much of an appetite right now.

I found out recently I've got a friend in the hospital.

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[signatures]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ He plucks up one of the sticks, using the plastic fork provided to shimmy the meat and vegetables off said stick and into the box. ]

It's not cancer, is it? [ He is, of course, being deliberately obtuse. Such is an Eames. ]

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[brobeforehos]

[She rolls her eyes at him, but it's a front - just for show, honestly. She doesn't feel much like humour when she's in the hospital. Maybe if she'd had an supernatural abilities she could've healed all her friends in a pinch, but since she's normal Mae, Mae Who Leads (but has no-one to lead, so now she's Mae Who Learns), she just walks around the hospital like she knows it by heart, candy striping. Candy stripping?

Hey, here's a thought she should not have. That one.

Her fingers are twisting the end of the hospital blanket, and she stops to pick lint from it, looking up at him.] No. But it is terminal.

A dangerously rare disease of Smarmybastardosis.