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artfulforger) wrote2011-09-09 10:11 pm
artfulforger) wrote2011-09-09 10:11 pm
And my body's just a vessel for a broken soul - For Cuspis
They had played a lot of games on the last two josb. Barely talking, fighting constantly, and then there had been Eames' games of pushing buttons until he thought he might get Arthur to snap.
He hadn't.
The flights were in the morning and Eames figured he had one last change to toy with those straight laced and wickedly tempting buttons. With a bottle of scotch in one hand and two glasses in the other, he tapped on Arthur's door.
He hadn't.
The flights were in the morning and Eames figured he had one last change to toy with those straight laced and wickedly tempting buttons. With a bottle of scotch in one hand and two glasses in the other, he tapped on Arthur's door.