[ Two hours of time is plenty to take a nap. Heine sets an alarm, lies down, and closes his eyes.
Somehow, even knowing that he's going to meet Eames again in a few hours, the exhaustion inherent to having a terrible lifestyle for months before trying to get his shit together means that he still falls asleep.
Heine's never that picky about food, so looking at the food trucks from a distance, he's already sure he'll get something. Which means all he has to worry about is Eames. ]
Hey. [ He'd napped in his clothes—a plain black t-shirt and black jeans that don't show much wrinkling—and he figures Eames has seen his hair in worse states. This is casual. He doesn't wave. ] Got a specific kind of food poisoning to recommend?
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Somehow, even knowing that he's going to meet Eames again in a few hours, the exhaustion inherent to having a terrible lifestyle for months before trying to get his shit together means that he still falls asleep.
Heine's never that picky about food, so looking at the food trucks from a distance, he's already sure he'll get something. Which means all he has to worry about is Eames. ]
Hey. [ He'd napped in his clothes—a plain black t-shirt and black jeans that don't show much wrinkling—and he figures Eames has seen his hair in worse states. This is casual. He doesn't wave. ] Got a specific kind of food poisoning to recommend?