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artfulforger) wrote2021-06-13 03:16 am
artfulforger) wrote2021-06-13 03:16 am
Contact Post
Phone. Texts. Emails. IC contact here.
Phone. Texts. Emails. IC contact here.
EAMES. YOU BE IN OVER YOUR HEAD. YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T HANDLE DIS HARD BITCH RIGHT HERE.
NO ONE CAN.
*cue the song 'Maneater'*
NO ONE CAN.
INNOCENT FACE DO NOT OPEN IF NOT IN NSFW PLACE
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artfulforger.livejournal.com
2011-06-18 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
THIS IS EAMES' RESPONSE (http://oi55.tinypic.com/n4vzmv.jpg)
For what it's worth, I am sorry I have hurt you.
Edited 2011-07-03 06:59 (UTC)
u neednt be darling nothing2 worry about. u no me. bounce back
i shuldnt hve said it
i shuldnt hve said it
Text /again, comes later and Arthur might be a little drunk >.>
littlspecificty
- 2011-07-03 07:58 (UTC) - Expand/Three days after the "failed date" attempt this arrives at Eames' door
littlspecificty
2011-07-04 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And some of these. ]
[ With a small note: ]
These seemed fitting.
I baked!
Come over?
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Come over?
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For me? You are a doll.
On my way.
On my way.
I need you to do me a favor. PLEASE go check on Arthur for me.
answering texts to a beautiful girl
I went shopping. Thought of you.
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damn was hoping for porn
nice though. like it.
nice though. like it.
Because nothing says love to these boys like being each other's emergency contact!
Edited 2013-02-14 16:27 (UTC)
You know -- because apparently, I cannot help myself. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EAMES
bamf_pointman
2013-03-10 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently I just want to spam both in boxes. Hah!
That is the most romantic thing you've ever said.
I hate Portland.
It was a bold face lie.
He actually liked Portland, a lot. He liked the northwest states but right now? He rather be somewhere else... somewhere like South America with Eames.
It had been a few days since they left LA on separate flights - one to Portland and the other south and cross a couple of borders. Of course, he'd be making his own way down within the next couple of weeks but it didn't change the fact that he was finding himself missing the forger.
Not that it was surprising at all. He had missed him when Eames was in Australia too. Though, he had been reluctant to admit it.
It was still a new feeling he wasn't used to - this missing someone because you just wanted to be around them. Though, he was sure, it wasn't completely one sided. Not with everything they had discussed at any rate.
It was a bold face lie.
He actually liked Portland, a lot. He liked the northwest states but right now? He rather be somewhere else... somewhere like South America with Eames.
It had been a few days since they left LA on separate flights - one to Portland and the other south and cross a couple of borders. Of course, he'd be making his own way down within the next couple of weeks but it didn't change the fact that he was finding himself missing the forger.
Not that it was surprising at all. He had missed him when Eames was in Australia too. Though, he had been reluctant to admit it.
It was still a new feeling he wasn't used to - this missing someone because you just wanted to be around them. Though, he was sure, it wasn't completely one sided. Not with everything they had discussed at any rate.
Pausing in getting a drink, Eames smiled as he glanced at his phone. Pausing, not needing the drink, he moved to pick up his phone. That was what he wanted, and he moved to sit down on the setee as he typed a reply.
My poor boy. You know where you're loved? South America. It misses you.
That wasn't cheesy, was it?
My poor boy. You know where you're loved? South America. It misses you.
That wasn't cheesy, was it?
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[Piper glanced at the text she had drafted to send to an unknown number that Mal had been close with during her life.
...They will help love, don't hesitate to reach out. Tell them the Count(ess) sent you. I will be very disappointed if they don't. ~Love, Malorie]
I was told from a mutual friend known as The Count(ess) to contact you if I needed assistance.
[Did she even expect a reply? Probably not. Who knew if these particular friends of Mal's had changed numbers or gotten rid of them permanently.]
...They will help love, don't hesitate to reach out. Tell them the Count(ess) sent you. I will be very disappointed if they don't. ~Love, Malorie]
I was told from a mutual friend known as The Count(ess) to contact you if I needed assistance.
[Did she even expect a reply? Probably not. Who knew if these particular friends of Mal's had changed numbers or gotten rid of them permanently.]
[It's a phone that Eames doesn't use hardly at all anymore. Mal had given it to him to contact her and he's kept paying the bill all this time. For her.
Every now and again it gets a message, someone from their dream contacts sending a message about a job, about advice, about things that they all would have turned to Mallorie for. It had gone off in nearly a year though.
Then he heard it chime.
Frowning, he got it out of his desk, staring at the message. His frowning deepening as he read it.]
Regret to inform you that the Count is dead. Long live the Count.
[He sighs even as he sends it. What if it's real? Could it be after all this time?]
What's the book?
Every now and again it gets a message, someone from their dream contacts sending a message about a job, about advice, about things that they all would have turned to Mallorie for. It had gone off in nearly a year though.
Then he heard it chime.
Frowning, he got it out of his desk, staring at the message. His frowning deepening as he read it.]
Regret to inform you that the Count is dead. Long live the Count.
[He sighs even as he sends it. What if it's real? Could it be after all this time?]
What's the book?
followed soon by...
Not yet. Its definitely... something though.
Hey guess what. It was a trap. Don't say you told me so, even if you didn't say it.
Hey guess what. It was a trap. Don't say you told me so, even if you didn't say it.
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