[ What modesty he might have had as a boy has, by this point, spent many a moon out of Yusuf's company- not a single one in Eames', as it happens. He doesn't have anything extraordinary to hide nor show off, not to Eames at least, and so he doesn't hold Eames' intrusion against him. At the prodding, Yusuf holds up his hand and altogether fails to seem menacing. ] Ought to give you a love tap before I wash them.
[ He goes for the sink instead, making quick work of it. The way he hangs about in the doorway reminds Yusuf of his brothers, infinitely less intrusive yet similar in motive. Catching a glimpse of the image Eames is waving about has Yusuf turning around, hands still dripping.
Theres no way... ]
What is that?? [ Blotting his hands on the nearest hand towel, he reaches for the image. ]
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[ He goes for the sink instead, making quick work of it. The way he hangs about in the doorway reminds Yusuf of his brothers, infinitely less intrusive yet similar in motive. Catching a glimpse of the image Eames is waving about has Yusuf turning around, hands still dripping.
Theres no way... ]
What is that?? [ Blotting his hands on the nearest hand towel, he reaches for the image. ]