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[signatures]

[ Attached is a picture of an egg nestled in the farthest corner of Eames' backyard, Pancake tentatively sniffing it. ]

I don't think I've come across anything free in the City that led to something good. Beer coming out of the pipes, getting pelted by items falling out of the sky, so on and so forth ...

I'm placing a few coins that what comes out of these eggs is alien, hungry, and aims directly for the face.

Comments

[whitetwoguns]

And it's a danger when it's the face. That's your moneymaker, Mr. Eames.

[anunluckypenny]

Or it could be something adorable and harmless.

[synanthrope]

You probably don't want your dog near it, Mr. Eames.

[dignity_misery]

how do you taste eames

[signatures]

I'm not sure if you're calling me attractive or a prostitute.

[signatures]

Care to wager on it?

[signatures]

He'd be a martyr to the cause.

[signatures]

Depends what you spread on me first.

[synanthrope]

Whose cause? Yours?

[dignity_misery]

its not going to cook you

[anunluckypenny]

Hey, just throwing out possibilities. I'm definitely not gambling on anything in the City.

[whitetwoguns]

One of them you're not last I knew.

The one that doesn't make you money.

[signatures]

Science and probability might be the closest answer.

[signatures]

You don't have to cook me to spread something.

Look at sushi.

[signatures]

No, I suspect you've been here too long for that.

[signatures]

Both could make me money...

[whitetwoguns]

Could.

Do you want to be a gigolo, Eames?

[dignity_misery]

i'm partial to parmesan sauce.

[signatures]

Would you pay for the company?

More than the beer, steak, and fries.

[signatures]

You'd best bread me first.

[whitetwoguns]

I know you too well.

[dignity_misery]

you'll get too greasy.

[signatures]

What, you couldn't be a professional about it?

[whitetwoguns]

I don't think there's a lick of fairness to take a go at you when Orange knows you better. Fuck, that you know Orange at all. That doesn't seem professional to me.

[signatures]

Client confidentiality is still a thing in some circles.

[whitetwoguns]

Sounds like too much trouble even for those pillow lips of yours.

[signatures]

My mother blessed me in the only way she could manage.

Still, that's a shame.

[whitetwoguns]

You're saying that without seeing my dick. Don't worry about it.

Are you that hurting for cash, is that it? Last I knew you're an able body capable of labor.

[signatures]

I've already seen it with Orange's eyes, that one weekend.

No, no. Restless, is more accurate.

[signatures]

I thought you were into that.

[whitetwoguns]

You want to back up a minute and go from there. What?

...Oh. I get you. Fuck. Hard time. A night out could help though. They got some pretty good clubs for all kinds.

[dignity_misery]

some meats are more delicate than others.

[signatures]

Personal experience ?

[dignity_misery]

don't ask stupid questions.

[signatures]

I'm not entirely sure it's a stupid question when it comes to you

just that you won't answer it directly

[dignity_misery]

maybe another time.

[signatures]

that's not a no

[dignity_misery]

very clever

[signatures]

:)

laaaateeee oops

[signatures]

Not that kind of restless, Mister White.

Remember that exciting morning?

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[whitetwoguns]

What kind then?

That was from a time when that mug of yours wasn't my favorites if I'm not mistaken.

[signatures]

Use for imagination for something a little less dirty but just as gritty.

Am I a favourite now?

[whitetwoguns]

A fist fight then? Just say so, Eames. We're that kind of friend.

Don't let it go to your head. I can easily take it back.

[signatures]

Something like that. Come over when you're free.

I'll keep you from regretting it.

[whitetwoguns]

That still sounds like a proposition. I'll ring you before coming on up.

[signatures]

Excellent.