falsify | [ic] inbox

[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.]

[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.]

hey Hey eames Happy mabon 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[ 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

[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.]

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

just a casual action log backdated to nov 8th

drive by, 3rd week of nov

Text

Holiday Delivery

january 8th baby

text; un: R.BECKET 21st Feb