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Until all the blood rushes to my head and I pass out, sure.

Well we can't have that. Perhaps, you could just lean against some furniture?

Would it just be easier if I took my trousers off?

[It takes a bit longer, for a response with that. As she is weighing her options.]

Well..Depends, what's underneath?

Do you know how hard texting upside down is? Boxers.

I'm guessing. It is a nice view though. Kind of boxers?

Glad you're enjoying it.

[He wriggled.]

Silk. Navy blue.

[There is a loud giggle that comes out of her now.]

Maybe if the shirt came off, that would help. In the name of science, of course.

[At the giggle he straightens.]

As you wish.

[And so he untucked his shirt, starting to unbotton it.

[She might be peeking her head out more, from where she is hiding, watching.]

You are slow. You realize that?

[He turned, arching a brow. His shirt was open, but still he texted.]

Insulting me won't get me naked, you know.

[She is just going to hide again. Apparently thinking she is sneaky.]

But Arthur, think of it, as a game. All in the name of science!

A science game involving me stripping. Just what are you looking to discover that you haven't seen?

I'm merely testing how well we communicate, via text. So please...continue.

Is this more of training me to sext? Haven't we proven I can handle sex?

[But his shirt fell to the floor.]

[And someone is poking their head out again, from behind the kitchen door. Why she is sitting on the ground, is anyones guess.]

I don't need to train you. You are amazing at all of that, already. This is more, curiosity has been peaked. I'm rather curious, what you'll do for me.

[He saw her peek out, kicking the shirt her way with a grin.]

Do you think there's anything I wouldn't?

[She might be giggling a bit too loud now.]

Not really. Why we are testing out how well we communicate here. Please play along. Belt.

Because talking is passe?

[Holding the phone with one hand, he tugged the belt loose, working it undone with wiggles and then pulling it from the loops with a loud hissing sound.]

[Yep, she is trying to hide her giggles now.]

Well there will be times, I can't talk to you. So this is where text, comes into play. Shoes.

You could be doing this yourself. More than talking.

[And with that he toed off his shoes, wondering what this really was.]

What? Taking your shoes off. It would defeat the point, correct? Socks.

The point to see if I obey orders?

[And the socks went, staring at her.]

Nope. I'm a girl of secrets. Not telling you.

[She might just be, one handed typing, swirling her finger in the air, just to make a point of her text.]

Spin please.

Is Eames taping this?

[A brow arched.]

Don't you want the pants actually off before I turn?

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