[CLOSED TO EAMES] [DEC 2ND]

[thelittlemerman]

[Finnick has been standing outside Eames' door for approximately twenty seven minutes. He's trying very hard to look calm and composed, staring at the opposite wall of the hallway with his jaw set stubbornly and his arms crossed across his chest.]

[The reason he's here will become abundantly obvious when Eames comes back home. It took Finnick a couple days to start piecing it together; he didn't have enough information at first, but he finally heard rumours about some sort of hand-off was going to be happening next week this morning and he has to confirm it. He has to know if this man he met in Lewisham would be so stupid, so naive... to think that handing over territory to lawless witches would be a good idea.]

[But he's just here to talk. Really.]

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[falsify]

[Well, Eames was expecting company tonight, but Finnick isn't it. Shopping bag full of ingredients for a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine, he stops and sighs heavily when he gets to his door - it's not exactly difficult to guess what's brought Finnick here, and he doesn't exactly seem like the kind of person who'll leave without getting to say his piece. Looks like Eames is just gonna have to cancel.]

I suppose you're my date for tonight then. [Said very much with the tone of someone who is entirely displeased with this. Not that he expects Finnick to care. He doesn't seem to know anyone who would.] Come in.

[He doesn't make any effort to be a welcoming host at all, just walks into the kitchen and sets the shopping out on the counter so he can take a photo of it all. Sending it along with a text making his apologies, that an emergency's come up. Can they reschedule? Almost absently while he's writing the text, he asks:] Hungry?