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[plagiary]

[ A short, sharp laugh. ]

No, but I'm open to suggestions.

[specifythepoint]

I thought I lacked imagination.

[plagiary]

It's never too late for you to learn. [ He stops on one of the fractals, glancing back down to the ground of the hotel. It always impresses him when Arthur's the one to place details in the dream. They're beautiful for all that they don't stray out of the lines. ]

Don't you want to?

[specifythepoint]

I think your idea of imagination is limited.

[He may color within the lines, but the colors he uses are seamless, beautiful, well considered.]

[plagiary]

[ A snort of laughter. ]

Oh, fighting words.

[specifythepoint]

Has anyone else put you up on fractals in air?

[He's betting no.]

[plagiary]

[ He laughs at that. ]

Oh no. Of course not. Only you can bend my dreams like this, darling.

[specifythepoint]

There you go.

[He turns a bit, and they fly over them, connect in strange patterns, and dissolve into the air.]

[plagiary]

[ Scoffing. ]

Show-off.

[ Says the show-off. ]

[specifythepoint]

You're one to talk.

[plagiary]

[ A grin that lights up his entire face. ]

Mm, but at least I'm quite obvious about it.

[specifythepoint]

I like it just a bit more subtle.

[plagiary]

Doesn't that get boring?

[specifythepoint]

I could ask you the same thing.

[plagiary]

No.

[ Setting his hands on his hips. ] Of course it doesn't. Do I seem bored?

[specifythepoint]

[He gives him a look.]

You act as if I'm the most boring person you know.

[plagiary]

I think you go out of your way to make it seem as much, Arthur.

[specifythepoint]

I'm hardly going to apologize for never being caught naked in the middle of a job with the son of the mark.

[Eames.]

[plagiary]

Well, I'm not going to apologise for what was a magical night. [ A pause. ] And morning, and afternoon.

[ He grins up at Arthur, his expression cocky and cavalier. ] Besides which, it's not as if he ever saw me again, darling. I was just helping him with the transition period. You know what the old man was like. Being blissfully fucked out meant we had a bigger window to get out of there before he realised pops was no longer the same.

[specifythepoint]

I don't care if you see them again, as long as you don't see them when we're trying to steal from his father.

[NO HE CARES STFU]

[plagiary]

Oh, I'm the love 'em and leave 'em type, Arthur. You know that.

[specifythepoint]

[The fractals start disappearing at an alarming rate, and Arthur is heading towards the ground, his mouth a straight line, disapproving.]

Better than anyone, I think.

[plagiary]

[ He looks startled, his feet hitting the ground with a thump. ]

Sometimes. But I think you like me in 2D, darling.

[specifythepoint]

Don't kid yourself, I don't like you at all.

[Jerk.]

[plagiary]

Mm.

[ He gives Arthur a look that is at once bland and fathomless, an Eames speciality that hints at something other while proving that he doesn't want anyone to know him at all. After a moment he tips his head and rolls his shoulders and it's gone. ]

Is that everything then?