[ Eames is trying to figure out what's so strange about not being attracted to Miss Saya, but then Orange is scooting closer. Unnecessarily. And taking his hand. And-
Putting it on his stiffy.
...
Eames pauses, fork midway to his mouth before he slowly lowers it onto the plate. He straightens up in his chair, glancing down at where Orange has his hand pressed. Carefully, he curls his fingers away, removing his hand from Orange's grip with a quick twist before those fingers turn into a fist and he promptly punches the shit out of Orange's thigh. ]
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Putting it on his stiffy.
...
Eames pauses, fork midway to his mouth before he slowly lowers it onto the plate. He straightens up in his chair, glancing down at where Orange has his hand pressed. Carefully, he curls his fingers away, removing his hand from Orange's grip with a quick twist before those fingers turn into a fist and he promptly punches the shit out of Orange's thigh. ]
Mind your manners, Mister O.