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[specifythepoint]

You could wear a suit.

[Eames looks offensively good in a suit. It's obscene, almost.]

We're not here for life. We're here to put patterns that someone with his particular mind will recognize as comforting.

[And a pause.]

A librarian would do.

[plagiary]

A suit. [ He pulls a face. His version of a suit and Arthur's version of a suit are on different continents entirely. ]

So tell me, Arthur darling, why exactly are we breaking into the mind of the mentally anal? And will it have to be a pant suit in particular.

[specifythepoint]

You've done worse than a Zegna.

[He's just saying.]

Because what we're getting paid for it could buy a small island off the Amalfi coast.

[plagiary]

Usually there is something in it for me. [ Someone to entice, something to steal, a prize to be won. He doesn't care about the money, not any more. Inception set them up for the rest of their lives. ]

Are you sure you're not just indulging in some sort of childhood sexual fantasy? You don't have to invent a reason to see me in cat-eye glasses and a pencil skirt.

[specifythepoint]

Are you disgusting because it amuses you, or is there anything reason that I'm just not privy to?

[God, Eames.]

[plagiary]

[ God, Arthur.

Eames smiles though, the full body kind of one that makes him seem as though he's part Cheshire cat. His smugness is almost like a physical attribute, as though it radiates from him in visible lines. Of course in a dream anything is possible. It just so happens he's like this in real life too. ]

Would you like to hazard a guess?

[specifythepoint]

No.

[He's no fun. Not sorry.

He moves a bit, and then he smiles a bit, and takes a step, and from where he steps, fractals radiate out away from him.

Sometimes Arthur gets this way, pleased with this kind of structured play.]

[plagiary]

Don't you make a little Eliza. [ He means Elsa. He's sure Ariadne taught him all about the origin of that infernal song.

He watches Arthur for a moment, the pattern edging out and out towards his feat. Eames hums a little. ] Impressive.

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[He looks over, confused for a moment, and then starts stepping up onto the fractals - they're solid and steady enough to hold his weight.]

You can keep saying that you're the best forger in the world, but there's no one who makes paradoxes like mine.

[There's that really smug smirk.]

[plagiary]

Apples and oranges, sweetheart. [ He watches with a lazy sort of look, the way a lion might watch the poor little meerkat that's wandered into its field. ]

I did always say you were the best. [ Just very, very boring. ]

[specifythepoint]

You did.

[He keeps going up, and up.]

After two years with Cobb, I feel like I'm finally getting back why I like this.

[plagiary]

[ Eames rolls his shoulders, his expression unreadable as he watches for a moment. Then he's pushing off from the wall and following, steps less cautious than they should be. For all he knows Arthur could just vanish them beneath his feet in revenge. ]

Ridiculously repetitive patterns? Feeling superior to the common man? [ Another step, his amusement evident in his voice. ] Being a tailor to something more than fabric?

[specifythepoint]

[He turns and keeps going upward.]

Don't be an asshole, it only suits you when you're trying to impress other people.

[And the fractals keep going up, repeating.]

[plagiary]

Says the man currently showing off.

[ From below he gives another smirk, dark eyes flashing. ] Are you about to have a Rapunzel moment? Will there be a tower up here? A witch? I can't tell which Disney Princess you're so desperately trying to encapsulate here. You've been hanging out with Ariadne far too much.

[specifythepoint]

Are you the prince, in this scenario?

[He turns and a fractal hits Eames in the face.]

You're not doing a great job at it.

[plagiary]

[ It smacks him full on and he splutters a little, throwing Arthur a dirty look before taking the next three fractals at a hop. ]

You're being difficult, Princess. You can hardly blame me.

[specifythepoint]

What makes you think I can't blame you?

[Arthur says that with just a hint of mischief in his tone, like how he told Ariadne kissing her to distract Fishers subconscious was worth a shot.]

[plagiary]

Princes' are supposed to scale Ivory towers, aren't they? It's not my fault if you keep moving the whole damn thing, is it?

[ His princess is another another castle or something. ]

[specifythepoint]

Consider it a challenge.

Not up for it?

[Is that innuendo?]

[plagiary]

[ Please. ]

Oh, I am. But would you like proof?

[specifythepoint]

You've piqued my interest, Mr. Eames.

[plagiary]

[ Another couple of steps, the smile on his face only widening. ] Oh? Well, I do aim to please.

So you'd like to be saved from your ivory tower? Is that what you're telling me?

[specifythepoint]

[A pause-]

Are you suggesting I get dirty with you?

[plagiary]

[ A short, sharp laugh. ]

No, but I'm open to suggestions.

[specifythepoint]

I thought I lacked imagination.