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Arthur | Inception

[pointwoman]

[Oh hey, she's snoozin' on the bed. Wonder what she's got.]

lol he's the whole package, lemme tell ya

[paisleythief]

* At the heart of things, Eames is a nosy bastard who only really holds Arthur's threats in tow when she's aiming the wrong end of a semi-automatic at his... well, anywhere. This might be why he slips into the room for a closer look. Definitely not because he's interested in rummaging around her room for papers. Maybe an alias he didn't already know about? Maybe her real name?

Besides. She's still got her slacks on- a shame. It looks like she barely made it into the hotel room before she collapsed on the bed, shoes haphazardly kicked off by the bedskirt. *

hur hur package. /obligatory immaturity

[pointwoman]

Eames. [Uh-oh.]

idk if he likes it that she's hur huring at his package. though he likes where her mind's at

[paisleythief]

* Firstly, fuck that door for squeaking.

Secondly, there is a cautious smile in Eames' voice. *

Yes Arthur dearest?

o rly.

[pointwoman]

What are you doing?

obv, eames fancies his package srs bsns and well worth arthur's thoughts (LOL)

[paisleythief]

Checking up on you, of course.

* Would you look at that? Eames hasn't the head for numbers that Arthur has, but that right there is at least 70% truth. *

/gigglesnort

[pointwoman]

[Flatly:] Of course you were.

¯\(°ω°)/¯

[paisleythief]

Your faith in me only comes out in the bedroom; story of my life, I'm afraid.

[pointwoman]

[She rolls her eyes and attempts to get up so she can kick him out.

...That was a bad idea.]

[paisleythief]

* By her side in less time than it takes for her to lower herself back onto the bed, Eames regards her with a calculating eye. He doesn't need a medical degree to suss out what her hand on her back and the irritated twist of her face means. *

Pull something, darling?

[pointwoman]

No.

[She hates you, Eames. Go away. Stop looking at her like that.]

[paisleythief]

* No on all three accounts, sweetheart. But thanks for trying! Plucking the bottle of painkillers off the side table, Eames can't help but notice that its unmarked. Definitely not over the counter- or, at least, no counters the FDC knows of. *

Now what've we said about lying?

[pointwoman]

It's the foundation on which our jobs are made?

[paisleythief]

And that you shouldn't do it with me because I'll see right through it. * Eames pockets the painkillers, figuring Arthur probably shouldn't be in charge of those herself. * What a splendid memory you have for the details Arthur, really.

[pointwoman]

What are you doing? [She sees you pocketing her painkillers, Eames. :| That is not okay.]

[paisleythief]

Currently? * Eames asks, taking a step back toward the living area. * I'm going to find you a warm compress. D'you have any water bottles, by chance?

* Evaaaading~ *