7th Message - [accidental video]

[justamessenger]

[The feed turns on from where Dulcie's left it on her table as she enjoys a coffee at Cafe Juliet. A certain Mr Eames comes by with pastry in hand and Dulcie waves him over. Their conversation is just out of range of the speakers. Eames has a bit of jam smeared on his chin, and with a laugh Dulcie goes up on her toes to lick it off.

And stays up.

Well fuck.]


Dulcie? Dulcie...

[Dulcie's only reply is not entirely decipherable. Yep. Fuck. Eames is trying to push her face off with his hands but it's really... not... working.]

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[signatures]

[ Ok there has been a few reasons Eames has been a little reclusive lately. First, Ariadne disappeared - which was ultimately much more saddening than he'd anticipated and also threw their plans of the den under the rug, several more steps backward without the architect. Then, Arthur was gone for weeks at a time, leaving Pancake near manic without his owner and Eames never wanted to go check the Hall to see if he was really gone or something else entirely (he's getting more belligerent as he ages, maybe); then there was the whole turning back up at the shore in the middle of winter like floatsam from the Titanic, so there was health to consider. He's been grumpy and unenamoured by the City but he only has so much money to spend trying to collect curse tokens these days, not necessarily one of the lucky ones to come by them naturally. Still, with the blizzard dying down and snow in general not as necessarily heavy as it's been this past season (though to his surprise there'd been no unnaturally warm day as the years past), he needed to get out of the house and stretch his legs, even if not in total appreciation for the City at whole.

And he'd been hungry.

And a messy eater with too many layers of winter clothes, maybe.

Which leads him to this: Dulcie hanging off his face by her tongue. Literally. Are her feet even touching the ground? Why was she licking him in the first place? Why did he leave the house? ]

You can't be serious right now...

[ These hands are cradling Dulcie's face...

to attempt to remove her B( ]

[justamessenger]

[Wow talking really is seriously difficult like this.]

I 'ink am sduck

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[skintoskin]

Whoa. Be careful what you lick...

[justamessenger]

[Sorry Neil but she's going to have to switch to text here.]

good advice but not anything Im that good at following

[skintoskin]

[He reads and sighs.]

Wow. At least you're stuck to a cute guy.

[mr_phale]

Er.

[orangetoughguy]

Really?

[justamessenger]

One small saving grace, yep. But I don't really think he's that into it.

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[justamessenger]

Hi

[justamessenger]

Apparently.

[skintoskin]

He's Eames. He's flexible.

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[mr_phale]

Well, that--

[How does he even. Why are you licking people?]

I don't suppose warm water would help?

[signatures]

You're welcome to unstuck yourself.

[ You're an angel this is inappropriate ;c But the more Eames pushes at her face, the more he feels like she might end up ripping off half his stubble when she goes... ]

I suspect there's a lesson in keeping your tongue inside your mouth here.

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[signatures]

Or just don't lick other people.

[signatures]

An excellent piece of commentary, I have to say.

[signatures]

Help.

[mr_phale]

I'm not sure there is an appropriate response to this.

[orangetoughguy]

Can't you do something about it?

[orangetoughguy]

How. Cut it off?

[signatures]

Something like that. She's an angel, she can take it.

[signatures]

Some kind words of wisdom?

Some wise-crack joke?

I'm all ears.

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[skintoskin]

Oh, c'mon. Where would be the fun in that?

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[signatures]

I have a lot of fun in life without licking people.

[mr_phale]

Well, a joke would be cruel and not terribly helpful, and I suspect it's too late for words of wisdom.

[onset]

Is that - [Er. Er. We weren't supposed to see this, were we?] Are you all right?