[ This time Magato makes no move to stop Eames from leaving. He's had his fun—Heine is sitting under his arm with obvious discomfort on his face.
Poor Eames, really. Magato figures he misses Heine a lot, and he doesn't blame him. Heine's fun. Bit of a drag sometimes, but fun enough to fuck around with. ]
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Poor Eames, really. Magato figures he misses Heine a lot, and he doesn't blame him. Heine's fun. Bit of a drag sometimes, but fun enough to fuck around with. ]
We will, babe, don't worry. Later.
[ He waves lazy fingers at him as he leaves. ]