iiiiiiiit's more shapeshifter trash

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[One thing that's fun about not wearing his own face with Arthur is getting to flirt openly in public. Or more. He's awful about it, to a degree that's just as much genuine flirting as it is seeing where Arthur's limits are, sticking pretty close to him until the cab arrives and sitting next to him to kiss his neck and rest his hand far too high on Arthur's thigh to be innocent until he's stopped.]

[When they get back to Arthur's place finally, he decides there's not much point with any pretence and gets rid of his shoes and jacket before taking himself to the bedroom.]

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[He will, but Eames makes some kind of noise to indicate he feels positively about the idea of coffee.]

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[Arthur doesn't move for a little while, settling in with his arm draped casually across Eames' chest. It feels nice and he's doing a really good job not overthinking it, but eventually his enjoyment of this gives way to an ever strengthening need for coffee. He makes a regretful sound and finally drags himself up and out of bed, stopping to grab some underwear before he goes out to the kitchen.]

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[Cool. Eames is going back to sleep while Arthur's out of the room.]

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[It only takes a couple minutes for Arthur to collect two coffee mugs and fill them with coffee, and then he comes back upstairs to set down one on the nightstand for Eames and sits on the edge of the bed with his, inspecting his wrists and lamenting the fact that he won't be able to roll up his sleeves for a week.]

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[Eames rolls onto his back, roused a little by movement on the bed and the smell of coffee, and he finally gives in and sits up so he can take the mug.]

Your wrists okay?

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Aesthetically? No. Unless you're into this as a look.

[He glances over at Eames with a smirk.]

They're fine. The damage is all superficial.

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[Eames snorts and takes a sip of his coffee.]

Well I prefer you without the bruising, but you do wear it well.

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[Arthur lets out a soft laugh, almost bashful.]

At least I had fun getting them.

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And that's what matters.

[Well--] That and the extremely handsome man in your bed.

[He matters too.]

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[This time his laugh is dry, and he leans in for a soft kiss.]

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[Eames grins and kisses him back, lifting a hand to Arthur's chest with a soft sigh.]

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[Arthur lingers there for a little while, enjoying the feeling of Eames' lips against his, and then he pulls away with an affectionate nuzzle at Eames' face. He decides being in bed is great so he moves to lean against the headboard and sip some more of his coffee.]

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[He's a little confused by all this affection, but Eames decides to roll with it, shimmying up the bed to lean against the headboard too. He's gonna use that brainpower to contemplate breakfast instead. And maybe figure out what to do about his lack of clothes until he leaves.]