WHO: Eames and Daryl Dixon WHAT: Empathy Bond! WHEN: Monday morning WHERE: Outside STATUS: Closed/Ongoing WARNINGS: Language, most likely.
Eames sat there on the ground, legs crossed, and stared at the blue cord that wrapped round his ankle before snaking off to wrap round Daryl's leg. His head ached, thanks to the vodka he'd drank last night as it became more and more obvious that Arthur would not be returning with Maryanne, and the sun was already a tad too bright for him, which wasn't doing much to help his mood. Tugging at his teeshirt (one of Arthur's that he'd snagged back when he'd woken up female for the first time), he stood up, hitched up his too-big pyjama bottoms and crossed his arms before trying yet again to walk back to the blocks of flats but he couldn't get any further than the other two times he'd tried.
Sitting down rather carefully, he picked up the blue "rope" and ran his hand along it for a bit, slightly queasy at the slick feel of it (and possibly the vodka), tugging at it in yet another futile attempt to get it off his ankle, and then he moved to sit closer to Daryl.