[ Overhearing the alarm go off in Yusuf's room, Eames helps himself into the man's sleeping chamber - or rather, himself in the form of a rather oldie-but-goodie herself, leaning against the frame of the door, arms crossed underneath a full bosom. Curse or no curse, temporary gifting or otherwise, Eames has missed terribly the ability to move in and out of skin, take on different personas, not be so self-limiting to his own parameters, so he's taking full advantage of it now, gazing at Yusuf with raised brows. ]
Lazy lug. Are you going to stay in bed all day?
[ Er. ]
Night.
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