[Good forger, no need to do a wardrobe change. It's just clothes after all, nevermind how it doesn't seem as if Eames has broken a sweat therefore other athletes might interpret his garb as merely a fashion statement. Fucking poser.]
Not much. I'm still workin' with a wrench. You? [Freddy walks along, smokes along.]
[Freddy would be hardpressed to admit he doesn't admire the look of those physiques though. Just saying.]
Oh yeah? No hobbies?
[That's a joke moreso than a statement on the forger's lifestyle. He lives with a criminal himself, after all. Orange knows damn well some guys just can't or won't settle into what everyone else calls a normal law-abiding lifestyle.]
[Yep. Wait what? A drink? With Mr. Orange? Freddy Newendyke? The rat?] You know White's gonna come along, right.
[Because what if the weasel tries to shoot him in the back. Actually Freddy doesn't think that's too likely, not because Pink has a moral compass but because Pink knows the violence wouldn't end there. As long as they're in the city Orange being a cop means shit here. Well save for the whole betrayal backstabbing Judas bit.]
His balls are okay. [Haha bet you totally wanted to know that, Mr. Pink.] No guns, fair enough.
[In the back of his mind he's thinking guns are simply business, knives are personal. But if he recalls correctly the weasel's a little bit on the squeamish side when it comes to unnecessary bloodletting anyway.]
[Not to make fun of them either though Orange would do that anyway because he's not really Mr. O if he's not poking fun at Mr. Eames from time to time. He's genuinely curious though, always fascinated by being able to build smaller intricate crafts with your hands.]
[ It's an easy rebuttal, Eames shooting Orange a bit of an amused look before gesturing with his chin toward an office building with suites on lease. ]
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