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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[orangetoughguy]

its too early

[signatures]

its 3pm

[orangetoughguy]

im fine

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liar

im coming over

[orangetoughguy]

jokes on you im at work

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for a faker you sure are bad at this backtracking thing

not like any of that will stop me i want disco fries

[orangetoughguy]

are you asking me out to lunch?

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well you are blocking all of my other options

[orangetoughguy]

okay sure

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come pick me up

[orangetoughguy]

gimme a little bit

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sure.

[orangetoughguy]

[There's that sound, his motorcycle's pulling up to the curb. He wonders if Ariadne went back here or if she decided to hole up in her other apartment.]

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[ At the sound Eames is already out the door, locking it behind him. Arthur is keeping an eye on Ariadne today, and Eames figures he can just leave those two to their own devices - Ariadne is still hurting, he knows, but there's little anyone can do about that other than spend time with her. But he knows Orange likely isn't on top of his game, either. He's got proper clothes on today as opposed to their previous ride, and he waves before he's climbing onto the bike behind him, fingers notching into the material of Orange's jacket. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[That was quick. Now he's got a notion that Eames here is a man with a plan. A plan to what though? Hmmmmmmmmmm. Before they go off rolling though he has to ask.]

Whe're we goin'?

[Also here, put a helmet on, mango.]

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[ Eames takes the helmet gratefully, slipping it over his head and sliding the strap through the loops. ]

Wherever you prefer. You're buying.

[orangetoughguy]

...

[Snort. He's got a brow quirking up but Freddy owes it to his friend so that wordless kick up and revving to go is his answer. Sure he'll pay, just don't eat the kitchen out of next week's inventory.]

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[ Truth be told he did already eat lunch, so it'll likely be something small anyway. It isn't about the food. Eames hangs on lightly, one hand on Orange's shoulder and the other at his waist. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's nice having someone who still wants to hold him like this without promise of shooting a load on the table. Nevermind that it's as much about safety than anything. Vroom vroom, look he's learned to adapt his driving style to Eames' weight. It doesn't take long until they're back at the place with those delicious cheesy fries.]

You sure you want another go at these?

[Word on the street is Eames sat on the John for a half hour or the exact time it takes the guy to get through Clifford the Big Red Dog book. So Freddy thinks anyway.]

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[ Eames has spent enough time on his youth on the back of bikes to know how to shift when Orange's taking a turn, to look over his shoulder through it, not wiggle too much, so on and so forth. He pops his helmet off, peering at the diner before shrugging mildly. ]

Maybe something lighter than the fries.

[orangetoughguy]

Sure.

[He bets on Eames ordering the fries after his 'lighter appetizer' hehe. Helmet off and keys pocketed, Freddy goes on in and goes straight for a corner table. It's secluded and he can survey from this vantage point the most.]

I'm not living in a dumpster you know.

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I know.

[ Eames plops down into his side of the booth, pulling the menu from the holder on the far side of the table. ]

But you are living alone.

[orangetoughguy]

I got people across the hall.

[Freddy shrugs. Cheesy fries and pitch black coffee for him.]

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[ But you're unhappy, Eames considers pointing out, but only shrugs and orders himself a sub. ]

I know. Still celebrating?

[orangetoughguy]

[It's the truth, that.]

Sure, this is a long overdue chaser. [Freddy bluffs, freckled finger tapping their table to indicate 'this' being more disco fries.]