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[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?

[specifythepoint]

Are you asking me to shoot you in the head already?

[No, that is not everything, jesus christ, Eames. Arthur brought you here to-

No, that probably is everything.]

[plagiary]

Darling. [ He lifts his eyebrows, his expression leering and challenging. ] Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it.

[ They'll never not fight each other. He should stop pretending he can stop butting heads with Arthur. ]

[specifythepoint]

[He lifts his own eyebrows, moves between them and takes his glock out, but before he shoots, he presses his mouth against Eames', and smirks, and then shoots.]

[plagiary]

[ He's not expecting it. In the realm of possible events this is definitely not one of them and when Arthur kisses him his whole world narrows down. It's sharper and more stunning than the gun shot that comes after and for a moment after he wakes he just ends up staring into middle distance. Then he's standing up and crossing the room, lifting the edge of Arthur's chair sudden and quick so that the other man topples out of it.

Eames is breathing hard when Arthur wakes up and he watches him blink upwards for a moment before he kicks him squarely in the thigh. ] You absolute wanker.

[specifythepoint]

[His dream shatters - no, shatter isn't a good word, it crumbles - with the tip, and then he's kicked in the thigh and-]

Fuck-

[He scrambles a bit, getting up, not laughing.]

It didn't deserve that! Are you kidding me?

[plagiary]

No, you know what, I don't deserve this shit. [ Eames is a sudden frightening shape of a man. But there's something strange and vulnerable in his face. He points at Arthur, a sharp jerk of his fist. ]

You cannot keep playing your games with me, Arthur. Either you hate me or you don't. But make up your fucking mind. Because I'm done.

[specifythepoint]

Hate-

[He is not afraid of Eames, has never been afraid of Eames. And now he's getting angry, too.]

I have never hated you. You're infuriating, intolerable, but it's because you don't care, but I have never-

[He takes a step back, calm, then, or maybe the appearance of calm.]

I know exactly what it is, Eames. But I will not apologize for that.

[plagiary]

I don't care? I don't care? [ He laughs at that, wild and reckless as he rubs a hand over his face. ]

You took one look at me and made up your mind, Arthur. I'm just playing the part you gave me.

[specifythepoint]

God, why are you such an asshole?

[It's not shouted, it's said with a snarl, something just below proper hearing.]

All your sweethearts and darlings just melt away when I finally-

[plagiary]

[ So this is what it takes to crack Arthur's glass exterior? He'd be satisfied with himself if he weren't so bloody fed up. ]

When you what?