i'm rarely speechless but i speak less than you might imagine

[falsify]

Who: Eames // Cayde-6
What: Misc happenings
When: September
Where: Around

[juuust a catch all because it turns out there's a bunch of little things to collate.]

[hit me up if you want anything specific!!]

Comments

[falsify]

[ Eames turns his head to give Arthur a quick kiss on the cheek when he peers over, but he's busy cutting up this chicken and deciding which parts he's going to cook and which bits are going away for later so that's all Arthur gets. ]

[righthemisphere]

[So! Cute!! Raleigh smiles but says nothing, though he looks at Arthur and looks very smug before moving on.]

Right.. right, you said. Learning anything good today? Seeing as we got bit by the same bug.

[And he was never top of his class]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur can't hide the immediate smile at Eames' affection, but he works his jaw and composes himself before he looks up at Raleigh.]

[You don't have to look so goddamn pleased mister!]

Not really. Some specifics about the best materials to make weapons out of, if you want to integrate your powers with them. I'm not really planning on becoming a blacksmith any time soon, but it's good to know what to ask for down in Willful Machine.

[righthemisphere]

[!! He perks immediately]

I'd be a blacksmith.

[specifiercity]

Yeah?

[He raises an eyebrow. It's not really skeptical or surprised but just... curious.]

I can grab that book for you.

[righthemisphere]

I'd appreciate that.

I love stuff like this. Smithing, making.. heavy industry. I've been working on trying to focus all this new power into a single point.

[Raising his pointer finger for emphasis but also he does literally mean his finger.]

Heat and electricity together mean I could weld stuff without the machine.

[specifiercity]

You could. Getting the right temperature and keeping it steady would take bractice, but I don't think it's unheard of for Coldbloods to use their powers that way.

[He glances at what Eames is doing again.]

Less dangerous than hunting, in any case.

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh follows the glance before looking away and busying himself with his beer. Y'all are cute but he knows better than to say anything.]

I don't think hunting is really in my cards. I hung up those boots in Deerington and it feels good.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur shrugs a shoulder.]

At this point it feels like the only thing I know how to do.

[Sigh.]

I'm sure you could find some blacksmith work in town, though. At least see if you like it.

[falsify]

[ eames helpfully pipes up from where he's finishing up with the meal prep ]

You're pretty good at accounting too.

[ he is not being helpful ]

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh snorts]

Is that so?

[specifiercity]

[Wow. Eames gets a Look for that, but he rolls his eyes and looks at Raleigh with the long-suffering expression of a man whose boyfriend insists on bullying him.]

Vampire hunting didn't always pay the bills back home.

[righthemisphere]

[It's funny, sorry not sorry. But also big mood, consider who you're talking to.]

I could see that for you.

Do you think accounting is even a thing here? How do you assign value to rocks and shells?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur shakes his head.]

It isn't a skill anyone needs until you have tax laws too convoluted for the layman to understand. I'm happy to leave that behind in London.

[righthemisphere]

[A solemn nod. Fuck the man.]

Well I guess there's always the other kind of accountant.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur frowns in confusion.]

What?

[Explain your memes Raleigh.]

[righthemisphere]

[ok boomer]

You never heard that one?

[specifiercity]

[He looks at Eames to see if he’s the only one not in this joke but it doesn’t help.]

No? What do you mean?

[righthemisphere]

I can't believe you don't.. [pfft. start again.]

When you're a stripper and you don't want anyone to question your money you say you're an accountant.

[falsify]

[If you thought Eames had useful things to say, you thought wrong. He looks over from where he's shoving some stuff into a pot and shakes his head.]

He'd be a terrible stripper.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur looks at Raleigh in confusion for a moment, but then Eames pipes up and he turns to him with a look that's clearly asking why on earth it was necessary for him to offend him so.]

[Not that he'd ever want to be a stripper but like come on. He's speechless he hates this.]

[righthemisphere]

Oh, I don't know.

[Raleigh decides to take the opposite argument with a grin and glances at Arthur, wiggling his brows for emphasis.]

Sure he's short but he's coordinated and that's what heels are for, anyway.

[falsify]

[ s n o r t ]

You haven't seen him dance.

[specifiercity]

Okay.

[He shakes his head. He will not take this!!!]

You almost done with that beer, Raleigh?

[righthemisphere]

Mmhmm

[He snickers and downs the rest of his bottle before giving a very loud, refreshed ahhhh~

The prefect exit, actually. He stands, leaves the bottle and raps his knuckles on the table a few times in farewell.]

That's my cue, fellas. Enjoy your chook.