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specificities in hometrail

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Oct 11, 2010 22:32

Characters: specificities & forgedindreams
Setting/Location: The town of Lere'unfru, outside one of the candy shops.
Date & Time: Day 23, early afternoon.
Warnings: n/a
Summary: Adult Arthur and tiny baby Eames meet up.

( the sky above us shoots to kill )

*style: prose, arthur, *day 23, eames

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counterfeiture October 12 2010, 03:44:15 UTC

Eames learned to pinch things from other people at the tender age of ten ( ... )

specificities October 12 2010, 04:28:54 UTC

Arthur turned towards the voice, brow furrowing slightly when he couldn't spot the source - before his eyes swung downwards. His lips twitched in a struggle to keep his bemusement off of his face, and he cleared his throat, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He hadn't really been expecting the kid before him, regardless of Eames' previous statements. "Eames," he greeted. It wasn't difficult to spot the man he knew in the features of the ten year old, down to the way he held himself despite the height difference.

Though he didn't have much by ways for explanation for the entire situation. He lifted his gaze to turn an eye on their surroundings, squinting against the glare of the sun and bringing a hand up to shade his eyes. He spotted what looked to be a saloon across the street, and gestured towards it with a nod. "Let's get out of the heat."

counterfeiture October 12 2010, 04:43:56 UTC

Eames arched a brow; his posture was slouching, almost louche for a ten year old, and the way he tossed his weight from one foot spoke well enough of what he thought about the suggestion as well as it would have carried in his adult version.

He could barely keep a smile from slipping, as he looked up at Arthur.

"Mister Arthur," Eames pronounced, rolling the syllables around, layering his accents into a cross of British and Swahili. No, he really couldn't stop himself from smiling if he tried. "And you're not even wearing a waistcoat. Color me surprised ( ... )

specificities October 12 2010, 23:16:01 UTC

Arthur's frown was obvious. There was plenty he could say to those statements - most of them a slight to Eames', well, slightness for starters. Beyond that, it wasn't the first time Arthur had to relent to his usual habits of dress to the heat. But he didn't rise to the cheap bait for banter, too preoccupied with the matter of hand, how to word the fact that he knew Eames had been here before to avoid the inevitable initial assumption that it had been a projection. Same with Mal. He'd known the two of them for a few years, true, but to the extent of the details in front of him - Eames' specific body language, Mal's solemn and almost cold despair - that extent would just be, in a way, egoist to assume he'd know it well enough to project it properly. He was observant, sure, but he wasn't as intimate with the inner workings as people as much as the workings of a paradox ( ... )

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