orangetoughguy | phone post

[ Oh god wrong time to take a bite. Trying not to choke, hold on. ]

What? No.

[ They are, admittedly, all very attractive, but if she ever had anything even remotely resembling a crush, it's long gone. ]

Well good for you cause I don't think they're lookin'....

[This is so hard. So so so hard. Puff on his freshly lit cigarette.]

[ ............... ]

No way.

[ Eames, you hypocritical bastard-- no, wait, he's only hypocritical if isn't just a sex thing. Though judging by the way she found Arthur sitting on the floor surrounded by Eames' stuff at three in the morning... ]

Yeah way.

[He's just looking at her now, hoping she gets it without him having to get down to the mechanics.]

[ It's tempting to ask him to hand his lighter over, but she'll eat her fries instead. ]

Eames is the only one who knows about... [ A gesture toward her neck. ] He's the one worried about being 'held back', and yet he and Arthur...

[ Oooh, Eames, you're lucky she likes you as much as she does. Under her breath, she mutters. ] And yet I'm the one who's called selfish. [ Then again, Cobb probably doesn't know, either -- or that's exactly why Eames wouldn't want to live in the same house as him. ]

You gotta go home together don't you?

[He suggests, attempting to sort of patch things up in Eames' favor too. Orange knows it's unlikely to work because a principle is a principle is a principle.]

I don't know shit about what it's like in your world but I'm pretty sure them keeping any kind of secret ain't about you.

[Being gay is hard mmkay.]

If that ever happens.

[ She shakes her head. ]

I don't care what they do back home. Why would I? You were right -- I really don't know much about them. Honestly, I don't care what they do here, except for the fact that they are somehow 'allowed' and I'm not because they happen to come from the same place.

[ There is a lot of gesturing happening with this. ]

[Freddy soooooo wants to be hands off on their interpersonal relationships but he opened the box. Now he can't shut it. At least Orange speaks the same language with all the flapping waving hands.]

Who said you're not allowed? It's one thing to say it's a bad idea it's another thing to put a lock on you and really stop you from doin' what you want.

[ She just fixes him with a Look. ]

Eames informed me that I have to let him know before I bring people over. Fine, I can do that, it's not just my house. But all of it put together?

You sure that's not just a security thing?

[Enduring this look.]

[ And just like that, everything else has derailed in favor of what Orange might know about them. ]

Why would it be a security thing?

[ She knows. Does he? ]

[SHRUG.] White and I don't take visitors either.

[ie. No one knows where they live. Not even Pink. Not even the guy who's here that Freddy doesn't know is here and thank christ for that.]

And why's that?

[ She'll get to the "White and I" part later. ]

You never know who's gonna show up.

[He says like it's that simple even though with Ariadne and guests of a certain, uh, value...it's probably still not the same thing. But after outing them he's got to do his part to level the field or something! Yeah.]

Are you gonna tell'em? [aka. rat Orange out :(]

Yet you knew where I lived before I even knew you.

[ It's a nice try, Orange. It isn't good enough for her, though. ]

I haven't decided yet. I think we're going to have to have a conversation on this "need to know" basis thing, though. Eames and I are, at least. [ Because she still doesn't want to tell the others. ]

I'm--[A cop. I do that kind of thing.] I got lucky.

[A few more puffs on this cigarette then he's putting it out.] ...I didn't know.

[That she didn't know.] I mean, that you couldn't tell.

You're what? [ Because he was going to say something else. She's not used to interrogating people by any means, but if there's one thing she's good at, it's being stubborn. ]

Eames was gone for three weeks here, and if there was anything going on back home, it definitely wasn't obvious.

[Here comes a handwave and a slightly comical look because this is bordering gossip.]

It's kind of a hot and cold thing as far as I know. [One second they're not talking to each other. The next second Eames is bathing a sick Arthur.]

[ Ugh, you frustrating man. But fine, she'll take what she can get. ]

Is it just a sex thing, or is hot and cold like... soap opera emotional drama?

I'd put my money on the second one cause I've done just-a-sex-thing and that ain't how it goes.

[Shaking his head like he's some kind of expert yep.]

... You know, if I weren't mad at Eames right now, I'd think this was great.

[ Sigh. ]

I tried a just-a-sex-thing. That's why this [ another gesture to her neck yup ] is so complicated. I'd be in the clear if it was just-a-sex-thing.

Hey I don't wanna get between you guys and whatever it is you got going on that keeps you from doin' what you want.

[Again hands up, but more as a disclaimer. He's still here to listen to Ariadne. She's not the only one who's aware of how things that happen here may not carry over back home.]

You work fast for someone who's been around for less than a fuckin' season.

[ Too late for that, Orange. You know and get along with too many of them. ]

In my defense, he started it. I just kind of went with it.

You know he's kind of a push over if you try hard enough.

[Freddy suggests, except unlike Ariadne he's not part of their world nor is he privy to exactly what their group operation is.]

... Wait, who are we talking about right now?

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