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[orangetoughguy]

Okay picture this: Bill Murray. He's made up like a zombie or whatever but who the hell cares? It's Bill fuckin' Murray and some guy who looks like a rough neck drifter Woody Boyd. Toking up. Together. Playing Ghostbusters.

With me. With motherfuckin' me.

I gotta sleep after car bombs and cereal bars again.

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[boutant]

Lucky you. [ Because she looks and feels like shit and has the bandage wrapped around her hand to prove it. ]

[orangetoughguy]

Put a little heart in it will you?

[That's his way of asking what's up girl.]

[boutant]

Too much heart and I'll have to change these.

[ There's a wave of her bandaged hand. ]

While you were playing with Bill Murray, I was busy hallucinating in my kitchen. Broke a glass.

[orangetoughguy]

You were what? The hell happened to you?

[boutant]

It's a curse. Memories, from the sound of things. [ Duh, fruitface. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[Errrrybody harshin' his amazing Ghostbusters boner.]

Shit man if that's the case you got lucky with just a glass in the kitchen.

[boutant]

[ No fun allowed. ]

I know.

[ Considering what the memory was, considering the fact that she still aches from the echoes of a curse, she definitely knows.

Time to change the subject! ]

Have you seen Eames at all today?

[orangetoughguy]

[He's about ready to pry into her ordeal a little more but then she mentions his bro.]

No, why he ain't crept in your room lately?

[boutant]

He only did that once. [ Pause. ] As far as I know.

But no, I haven't seen him all day.

[orangetoughguy]

The guy can take care of himself you know?

[He's got a drinking date with Eames tonight, making a mental note to give the girl an update when he shows...cause Freddy is pretty sure Eames wouldn't stand him up...]

[boutant]

I know.

[ She sighs, running her uninjured hand through her hair before letting it fall, tapping it against her device in a nervous gesture. ]

Just... Keep an eye out, okay?

[orangetoughguy]

Anyway he's the last person you should be worrying about. You went to the hospital for that right?

[boutant]

[ In all honestly, the thought hadn't even crossed her mind. ] No. Arthur took care of it.

[orangetoughguy]

Argyle's a nurse too? Damn.

[boutant]

He's good with a pair of tweezers.

[orangetoughguy]

You gotta get shit plucked out of your hand and you're worried about Mary Poppins?

Wait I get it. You don't want him to know.

[boutant]

It was glass. It's not like I got shot or something. [ Oh. God, no, Ariadne, don't think about Saito's blood. ]

Why do you call him Mary Poppins, anyway?

[orangetoughguy]

I'll give you that, don't ever got shot.

[That's the voice of experience talking but anyway moving on to Mary Poppins.] A friend of mine coined it, don't ask me why. You want one too?

[boutant]

Is that common around here? [ She was stabbed once, though. Oops. ]

I'm a little terrified of what will happen if I say "yes".

[orangetoughguy]

You know for all the shit I've been through I gotta say it ain't.

[Trying bleeding from a bullet to the stomach for the whole movie hours.]

Names don't work that way, Frenchy.

[boutant]

Small favors.

[ No thank you, she's good with staying in one piece. ]

"Frenchy"? Is that really the best you can do?

[orangetoughguy]

You think you can do better?

[boutant]

I know I can.

[orangetoughguy]

Names in French don't count.

[boutant]

I can do more than speak French, you know.