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What?

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baby, please

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Please what? You'll have to be a little more clear.

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talk to my bail guy and let me blow you

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I'll think about it.

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by the time you talk to him, my coin will have gotten me out of this mess

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Maybe me talking to him is your coin getting you out of this mess.

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you make no sense

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Why don't you come over so I can clarify things for you then?

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are you where you were last time?

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Same place, should be here a while.

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(Sweeney arrives three hours later, when it's dark and most people have gone to bed. He knocks like he's a fucking cop.)

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[Good thing he knows better than to expect Sweeney in anything approaching a timely manner. He has his own shit to do, even when he senses Sweeney's magic outside, Eames is content to make him wait until he finishes what he's doing to come and answer the door.]

You're really knocking my door in the middle of the night like you have a warrant?

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(Sweeney goes to push past Eames, ducking his head ever so slightly. He doesn't hit the top of the doorframe, it's just a habit. A lot of houses were built when people were shorter.)

More like I don't have a warrant. C'mon, no hello kiss?

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[Why does he put up with this man. Eames sighs and rolls his eyes, closing the door behind him.]

You're going to have to come down here for that.

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Down? I'm not that tall.

(Still, he takes a step towards Eames and reaches out to tug his earlobe, while pressing his own cheek to Eames' in a sort-of-kiss.)

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Tall enough you ducked coming into my place.

[He's teasing, of course, but also Sweeney is like half a foot taller than him and that's a lot.]

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The point was that I came into your place.

(Sweeney takes a little tour of the place, trying to locate alcohol.)

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Mmhm.

[He snorts and watches Sweeney for all of three seconds and starts toward the kitchen.]

Drink?

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(Suddenly Sweeney's behind Eames, stalking like a lanky cat thing.)

No, I want something to eat.

(If Eames slows down even a little bit, Sweeney's pressed against his back, wrapping an arm from Eames' shoulder to his stomach.)

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Oh.

[Eames makes a pleased noise at that and stops moving so he can lean back against Sweeney.]

And how's your appetite?

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Ravenous, (he says in a sing-song voice, with that lilt of Irish in it.)

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[Eames turns around with a grin on his face, and reaches up to put a hand on Sweeney's neck and pull his head down to a decent level.]

Maybe you should show me so I have a good idea how to, ah... Fill you up then.

[Yes he's saying that with absolutely zero shame like it's not the cringiest come-on ever.]

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(Sweeney snorts, nuzzles his large nose against Eames' face.)

Are ya askin' to see my dick?

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[the power of the eyeroll rn]

I was trying to get a feel for how much you want me right now, but I guess I wouldn't mind seeing your cock right now either.