“Why are you asking me, he knows you the best—oh.” Eames reaches across, touching the fabric, and then checking the tag. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Cobb, that’s merino wool.”
Bwahaha! I can imagine the look of horror/distain Eames threw Cobb's way as well 'Oh Cobb, Merino? For shame...'
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Date: 2013-01-07 12:57 pm (UTC)Bwahaha! I can imagine the look of horror/distain Eames threw Cobb's way as well 'Oh Cobb, Merino? For shame...'
Terrific little fic, silly Eames :)