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Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) ([personal profile] orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
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"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[personal profile] signatures 2012-11-22 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
You freckled arse.

[ Have another look as Eames attempts to straighten up in the backseat. All of these nice clothes are going to be ruined by blood, thanks City. Also his stamina. Also the whole losing gallons of blood thing. ]

You're older than me, the least you could do is be my proxy!
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[personal profile] orangetoughguy 2012-11-23 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
No I'm not look at you look at me! [Still tight scrotum compared to the leathery thing Eames has.] What if I do it wrong!

[He's never had to manage anyone's personal affects before. Booking things into evidence doesn't count. Fortunately the hospital's not far away. Eames isn't going to die. Right??]

What if your dog wants to leave home!
signatures: (❝sheepish and apologetic; trying to)

[personal profile] signatures 2012-11-29 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The dog's more Arthur's than mine, anyway. [ Even if... maybe that's missing the point, but whatever. And even if Eames ends up walking the fat dog plenty of times because Arthur works late at the casino and thus sleeps late. Even if mostly that just entails letting him out into the backyard, these days - Eames should have gone for that option today, apparently. ]

You can't do it wrong. I want to be cremated and I don't believe in life support. See? It's easy.
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