[ Eames opens the door in a pair of fainted blue jeans and a tee that stretches over his chest, making the Rolling Stones logo grin just a little bit. His expression mellows into a fond smile and he steps aside to let Blake in.
The apartment is already styled a little bit in true Eames fashion, eclectic and colour mismatched in a way that should be unpleasing but actually fits rather nice together when you give it a chance. There's no couch but a big hammock couch hanging at one side of a curiously shaped coffee table and a couple of mismatched armchairs. A soft rug on the floor and pillows thrown around.
Where the bed is at? Should be right there in the studio apartment. But it's not. Maybe he sleeps in the hammock? ]
You... look a little worn out, sweetheart, [ Eames comments with a small smile. ] What happened?
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The apartment is already styled a little bit in true Eames fashion, eclectic and colour mismatched in a way that should be unpleasing but actually fits rather nice together when you give it a chance. There's no couch but a big hammock couch hanging at one side of a curiously shaped coffee table and a couple of mismatched armchairs. A soft rug on the floor and pillows thrown around.
Where the bed is at? Should be right there in the studio apartment. But it's not. Maybe he sleeps in the hammock? ]
You... look a little worn out, sweetheart, [ Eames comments with a small smile. ] What happened?