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just a casual action log backdated to nov 8th

[specifiercity]

[hello did you want a drunk Arthur wandering into the bedroom and whatever horrible hour it is? well that's what you got!]

[He's doing his best to be quiet but he is absolutely stumbling a little bit, fingers not fully cooperating as he tries to get his belt off. He'll get there though, and he'll crawl into bed and snuggle right up to Eames, laying his cheek on Eames' shoulder and reaching his arm across his chest.]

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[ Eames is a light sleeper, so Arthur stumbling into the bedroom wakes him up straight away. He snorts when Arthur finally gets into bed and slips an arm around him. ]

Good night?

[ you sure smell like it was ]

[specifiercity]

Mmhmm.

[Ah that's nice.]

Raleigh really did just wanna smash stuff.

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[ Eames laughs a little and pulls Arthur in a little closer. ]

Sometimes it's just what you need.

[specifiercity]

Guess so.

[He noses at Eames' cheek because Eames always smells good and feels good and Arthur really likes it.]

S'funny. He really wanted to know what else you're allergic to.

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[ ugh ]

I told him not to feel bad about the rosemary.

[specifiercity]

He just wants you to like him.

[His eyes have fallen closed and he hugs himself close to Eames' chest.]

I didn't tell 'im anything.

drive by, 3rd week of nov

[righthemisphere]

[No bid deal. He doesn't even slow down. Like sure, he knows you can probably feel him coming or whatever but he doesn't intend to be social. Just places a parcel on the front step, knocks twice, and goes again.

Arthur said to bring gifts. Tis the harvest season, after all. So enjoy your crate of onions in varying colors and size. They're hard to find, those things. Guess it's a blessing he's good at finding things.]

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[ Arthur's a mess, Eames is a bigger mess, so coming home from a hard day's work of therapeutic murdering to find a crate of onions is... Nicer than it should be. It certainly puts a small smile on his face when he picks up the crate and brings it in with him. ]

[ it's early evening when he sends Raleigh a message ]

Thanks for the care package.

[righthemisphere]

Happy Mabon :)

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That was two months ago, but thanks.

[righthemisphere]

[Oh.]

Happy belated mabon?

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[ he's laughing ]

Well it's the thought that counts

[righthemisphere]

[Sob]

I guess it's almost winter solstice. Happy that?

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[lefthemisphere]

hey

Hey eames

Happy mabon

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Thank you so much. Nice of you to think of me at this time.

Holiday Delivery

[thecanarylives]

[ There's an old bottle of whiskey left on Eames's doorstep with a note attached: ]

E -

don't drink it without me.

xo

Sara

january 8th baby

[specifiercity]

[It's been a good morning so far. Arthur's been feeling really nice this month, so eager to settle in and just cuddle with this man who loves him. Eames has already provided him with some excellent birthday sex and there's likely more to come, but for now he's on the hunt for some coffee.]

[In the kitchen he finds the cardigan folded up on the table, and after a moment of appreciating the wool he slips it on to see how it fits. He's sure it looks great over his bare chest and sweatpants but it's awfully comfy and he's not taking it off.]

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[ Eames has to go take Boxer out first, but he comes back in once that's sorted and he's put down some food for the dog. A smile on his face as he immediately attaches himself to Arthur's back and slides his arms around him with a kiss on the cheek too. ]

[specifiercity]

Hey.

[Arthur grins and puts his hands on Eames' arms.]

You like my new sweater? I think Madam Generosity left it for me.

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It's soft.

[ Another kiss! And this time Eames stays put with his face pressed lightly to Arthur's cheek.]

It suits you. From this little bit I've seen at least.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur hums at the affection, leaning back against Eames' chest.]

Well let me turn around so you can look at me.

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[ He squeezes Arthur a little in protest of him moving in any way at all. ]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs and rubs one of Eames' forearms.]

This does feel good.

text; un: R.BECKET 21st Feb

[righthemisphere]

Eames,

Chuck and I are getting married. Day after tomorrow at 2pm, our farm in Feed.

You're two of our closest friends and it would mean a lot if you and Arthur could make it for the bonding ceremony. BBQ after.

Short notice but I hope you can make it.

R