[ Listening, filing the dialogue away even though he knows Eames will as easily remember it all later too, Arthur doesn't so much as blink, though his head tilts to one side as his gaze slides from Eames back to Orange. The conversation isn't entirely lost on him but his brow lifts perhaps remarkably high at the 'said' portion. Same mouth. Right. All they're missing here are air quotes. Really. He clears his throat absently, shifting his weight once, turning away from both of them to glance around for anyone approaching their minuscule assembly, letting Orange and Eames continue their back-and-forth uninterrupted, having nothing relevant to interject with.
Then his device makes a sound so he slides it out of a pocket on the side of the bag that is not a purse. The Bag That Is Not A Purse. He scowls. More porn.
Seriously what kind of curse is this?
He doesn't want to know what part of whose brain this is coming from at this point. They have an acronym for this in 2010.
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Then his device makes a sound so he slides it out of a pocket on the side of the bag that is not a purse. The Bag That Is Not A Purse. He scowls. More porn.
Seriously what kind of curse is this?
He doesn't want to know what part of whose brain this is coming from at this point. They have an acronym for this in 2010.
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