[Raleigh answers after a moment, it's hot as hell and he's swapped his trademark layers for a thin tanktop. His little chalet doesn't come with many mod-cons.
What what he does have, is a little baby raccoon up on his shoulder.
They step aside to let Eames in, though he glances around to make sure they're alone before closing the door.
There's a big floor fan in the open-plan living room ith a bowl of ice behind it to try to cool the room. A further two racoon kits and their mother are lazily draped in a pile in front of the fan to keep cool.
Raleigh vaguely wonders if Eames is here to as a united front with Arthur and he's prepared to take whatever telling off is coming, but Raleigh isn't in a good place and there's very little anyone can say to alter his trajectory.]
[God, he'd forgotten about the raccoons. The first one on Raleigh's shoulder isn't worth more than a glance, but he definitely pauses and raises an eyebrow at the ones in the living room.]
[Whatever. That's not why he's here. Eames looks at Raleigh, a considering gaze as the image of him reflects what he'd suspected. There's really no dissuading this man from a frankly idiot plan, so all Eames can really do is try to minimise the fallout. Maybe watch his back a little.]
[You like the raccoons, don't pretend you don't care. In fact, you are more than welcome to commune with nature by taking one home with you.
Please. Please take one.
Raleigh exhales and gets Pesto off his shoulder before crossing his arms and shrugging. He is a not a well man. It's all over his energy not to mention his face. Paler than ever, drawn and shadowed. Wirey. There's something feral in his eyes sat like a man on a razor's edge. This is so much more personal than wanting revenge on some random murderer who got his friend.]
What's there to think about. I'm gonna find him and deal with him.
[He thinks they're adorable little things, but he's not taking one. Good luck, Raleigh.]
[But he sees that unhinged look, seen it a million times in other people. There's something rotten clawing its way out from deep inside Raleigh and Eames is neither equipped nor compassionate enough to do anything about it.]
And what does that mean?
[bro he's trying to help you here but you sure are making it hard]
[That's probably for the best. Raleigh isn't looking for compassion. Hell, he isn't even looking for help. He isn't, actually, really sure why Eames is here.
He thinks maybe Eames isn't particularly sure, either.]
I dunno. I haven't decided yet. I'll decide when I get there and see what his status is. Are you just curious or do you know something I don't?
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I'm full of creative suggestions. It's part of my charm.
[He'd need to know more to be any use beyond generic shit though.]
Victims? More than one?
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Two at least, probably more. Nonthreatening, nonviolent. Lured, tortured and murdered.
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[He's not gonna talk about this where there's a record for someone to look back on, he's not an idiot.]
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This is a promising reply, though. How interesting.]
Yeah I'm here.
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[ And true to his word there he is in 10 or so minutes, knocking at the door. ]
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What what he does have, is a little baby raccoon up on his shoulder.
They step aside to let Eames in, though he glances around to make sure they're alone before closing the door.
There's a big floor fan in the open-plan living room ith a bowl of ice behind it to try to cool the room. A further two racoon kits and their mother are lazily draped in a pile in front of the fan to keep cool.
Raleigh vaguely wonders if Eames is here to as a united front with Arthur and he's prepared to take whatever telling off is coming, but Raleigh isn't in a good place and there's very little anyone can say to alter his trajectory.]
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[Whatever. That's not why he's here. Eames looks at Raleigh, a considering gaze as the image of him reflects what he'd suspected. There's really no dissuading this man from a frankly idiot plan, so all Eames can really do is try to minimise the fallout. Maybe watch his back a little.]
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So how far have you thought this through?
Wow so many typos Andi gj
Please. Please take one.
Raleigh exhales and gets Pesto off his shoulder before crossing his arms and shrugging. He is a not a well man. It's all over his energy not to mention his face. Paler than ever, drawn and shadowed. Wirey. There's something feral in his eyes sat like a man on a razor's edge. This is so much more personal than wanting revenge on some random murderer who got his friend.]
What's there to think about. I'm gonna find him and deal with him.
shhh it's okay i didn't even notice
[But he sees that unhinged look, seen it a million times in other people. There's something rotten clawing its way out from deep inside Raleigh and Eames is neither equipped nor compassionate enough to do anything about it.]
And what does that mean?
[bro he's trying to help you here but you sure are making it hard]
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He thinks maybe Eames isn't particularly sure, either.]
I dunno. I haven't decided yet. I'll decide when I get there and see what his status is. Are you just curious or do you know something I don't?