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[artfulforger]

Phone. Texts. Emails. IC contact here.

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[bamf_pointman]

So that we're both on the same page, I have no plan on being with anyone else. Just you.

Whether it needed to be said or not, it was out there. Just as Eames had put it out there for him as well. He had no desire to be with anyone else.

As soon as Arthur sent that text, he received the next one and blinked once then twice. He could feel his cheeks warm - he could only imagine what Eames was up to.

Do I get any hints, Mr. Eames?

[artfulforger]

Oh good. I won't have to have anyone killed.

He didn't mean that. Did he? It's Eames, so who knows. He might mean it.

He waited though, expecting that a message like that was going to come. He waited though, waited to see what he might have to say. He grinned when he got that message.

You'll be wearing it.

[bamf_pointman]

While he'd like to say that he wouldn't put it past him (and he wouldn't), he knew Eames well. Still, the text made him smile and roll his eyes in a playful manner.

He felt like it was easier and easier to be playful and teasing with the forger - to simply just be himself and not the ever loving perfectionist he was while on a job.

His eye brow rose at the next text that came through and hummed to himself.

Oh? Now you're making me anxious to get down there.

Not that he wasn't already anxious - this just added to that.