[ Building the PASIV on their owns meant that some things had to be left out in favor of others - including the self-cleaning system. For safety's sake, Eames chooses to replace the lines and needles after each use; it means more work, certainly, but less of a chance of spreading disease between the lot of them. Eames pops the coils from their fastenings, humming lightly in thought as his eyes move from Yusuf's smile to what his fingers are doing. ]
A girl filled me in on what I'd missed, apparently, including something involving mistletoe that crops up during the winter.
[ The system they've derived is actually pretty clever. With her place as Head of Engineering, Ariadne supervises all work orders and inventory. How she managed to get a 400 meter spool of plastic tubing back to the flat apparently all by herself is still a mystery to all of them- but the important part is it's still a mystery to Stark Industries that it's even gone missing. The next day a bag of sharps was on Yusuf's work desk, Eames reclined in the only chair Yusuf had at the time, crunching away at an apple with his socked feet propped up on a footstool. And of course, Yusuf brings in the chemicals-- he has half of his work for Stark Industries set up here anyway, so when a little ether goes missing, no one asks any questions. ]
Strange place, this. [ Yusuf shrugs. ] Managed to make introductions both easier and more complicated.
[ It's a bit of a ruthless tease, but there's the peek of teeth behind his smile as he unrolls the lines, needles safely tucked away inside their canullas. Easier and more complicated indeed - as well as relationships, if one only has to look at Ariadne and her old boy George. At any moment someone can be snogging someone else, or believing they're someone else, or living a life that doesn't involve who they might want. The City is trying only at the worst of times, Eames thinks, aside from being far from where he'd like to be at all, the consistent heat of Kenya with its seasonal humidity, the winding streets or the beaches. ]
Well, I'm not saying it got me this job, [ Teasing? Yes, Yusuf is well accustomed to that. ] but...
[ He doesn't have to mention that he hasn't been wanting for much lately-- much that the city can't provide him with, anyway. Upstairs there is the click of Pancake's claws against the tile, a pause at the door that leads down to the basement, and then the sound of something else drawing the little round dog's attention away. A fat cat slinks down the stairs, tail flicking in greeting.
[ There's a very specific eyebrow in Yusuf's direction, but the rumbling tap of paws distracts him as he turns his head to peer at Rhada and her curiously empty mouth. Eames isn't much sure about the nature of gravity with cats, other than Rhada as a kitten seemed to make much more noise when bounding around than she does now, overweight and oversatisfied with herself. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth at her, fully expecting to be ignored, cords held nimbly in his fingers as not to dangle and catch her attention. Kitties and biohazard waste products is a no go. ]
[ Making a face at the implication, Yusuf is caught by the very important realization that Tony Stark is, above all, his employer of employers. There's good money to be made by locking lips with the Stark Industries CEO-- or whatever he called himself.
But no. ] Not quite. You know me, I fancy myself the one with the best groomed facial hair in the relationship. Stark would awaken heretofore unknown beard image issues.
[ Rhada at least acknowledges the tongue clicks, in that she stares at Eames for a good twenty-five seconds without moving a hair or seemingly taking a breath. However, it fails to translate into something urgent (usually either RUN, RUN NOW or I have treats hidden somewhere on me, come see if you can nuzzle them out of me) so she slinks down the stairs, resolutely ignoring the man cleaning the PASIV. ]
Sometimes the best people for you are the ones that make you realise things about yourself, [ Eames quips sagely, though his mouth is twitching all the same, betraying his own teasing. Rhada ultimately ignoring him, on the other hand, is nothing new, so he returns to his duty all the same. ]
But yes, I do know you. And I would get very jealous were you to rub beards with Tony Stark, regardless.
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A girl filled me in on what I'd missed, apparently, including something involving mistletoe that crops up during the winter.
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Strange place, this. [ Yusuf shrugs. ] Managed to make introductions both easier and more complicated.
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[ It's a bit of a ruthless tease, but there's the peek of teeth behind his smile as he unrolls the lines, needles safely tucked away inside their canullas. Easier and more complicated indeed - as well as relationships, if one only has to look at Ariadne and her old boy George. At any moment someone can be snogging someone else, or believing they're someone else, or living a life that doesn't involve who they might want. The City is trying only at the worst of times, Eames thinks, aside from being far from where he'd like to be at all, the consistent heat of Kenya with its seasonal humidity, the winding streets or the beaches. ]
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[ He doesn't have to mention that he hasn't been wanting for much lately-- much that the city can't provide him with, anyway. Upstairs there is the click of Pancake's claws against the tile, a pause at the door that leads down to the basement, and then the sound of something else drawing the little round dog's attention away. A fat cat slinks down the stairs, tail flicking in greeting.
At least she isn't carrying another sock... ]
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Did you lock lips with Tony Stark?
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But no. ] Not quite. You know me, I fancy myself the one with the best groomed facial hair in the relationship. Stark would awaken heretofore unknown beard image issues.
[ Rhada at least acknowledges the tongue clicks, in that she stares at Eames for a good twenty-five seconds without moving a hair or seemingly taking a breath. However, it fails to translate into something urgent (usually either RUN, RUN NOW or I have treats hidden somewhere on me, come see if you can nuzzle them out of me) so she slinks down the stairs, resolutely ignoring the man cleaning the PASIV. ]
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But yes, I do know you. And I would get very jealous were you to rub beards with Tony Stark, regardless.