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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[orangetoughguy]

[Oh look who's showing up at 11:45.]

What are you doing here?

[signatures]

You're early.

[ He's waiting for Arthur to come along with the laptop, anyway, having come early himself to scope out the library itself and any more secluded areas that would be best. Eames takes the few steps down to meet Orange on his way up, brows raising. ]

Where's Mister White?

[orangetoughguy]

I'm early? You're early. [Hands. They're gesturing.] It ain't noon yet.

[Translate: he'll be along, eventually.]

You got a little somethin' right here. [Freddy gestures to his own nose.] Probably from all that porn you've been lookin' through.

[signatures]

Only the ones you sent me, Mister O. [ Eames' tone is wry, but otherwise unaffected, reaching up to scratch his cheek. ] You manage to delete those images?

[ Being that the teenager one, well... ]

[orangetoughguy]

[Yes, except for the ones he shared with Larry, but now Freddy's thinking deviously.]
What if I didn't?

[signatures]

I'll do it for you, of course. Wouldn't want someone to come across your preferences.

[orangetoughguy]

Whoa hold up. What the hell does that mean? You were sending me dick like the gay rapture's tomorrow and you need to make another convert.

[Playing it oh so cool and casual, yep. Freddy's digging his smokes out to light one up because that's totally straight.]

[signatures]

Told you, network's broken anyhow.

[ Yeah, cause sucking on white columns is totally straight, Orange. Anyway, Eames sidles on next to Orange, one hand going to his lower back to guide him up further the library steps - along the way, his fingers dip down, grazing across Orange's back pocket as he quietly lifts his device. ]

Bad habit, don't you think?

[ Not that Eames gives two shits. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[You know what? You know what? Yeah...]

Only the good die young--the fuck're you doin'?

[Right away Freddy shuffles to the side because seriously Eames, you're getting handsy.] I said I was sorry.

[About the whole dick touching deal.]

[signatures]

[ Eames lets him slip away, lips quirking in patient amusement as he scales the steps to the topmost, flipping open Orange's device to go through the photo threads for deletion. ]

You say that like you think you're very bad.

[orangetoughguy]

..........

[Freddy's checking his pocket now. Empty. Another stare at Eames and he's going after the guy.]

Give it back, asshole.

["PLEASE!"]

[signatures]

[ Eames lifts his arms above his head, squinting at the screen. ]

I sent you all of these?

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah you.

[He's trying to keep a hold on his cigarette while making a grab for the device.]

Cut it out.

[signatures]

[ Eames moves the device out of the way of Orange's hands, stepping down a few steps again as he meanders away, deleting a few select items as he peruses at his leisure. ]

Mhhhmmm.

[orangetoughguy]

Come on asshole it's not funny.

[Look his freckled face is starting to turn a little red. Don't look at Larry's messages don't look at Larry's messages. At least those messages are labeled White. Finally sacrificing his cigarette on the steps, Freddy makes a quick two-handed grab for the phone.]

[signatures]

[ Satisfied - he might have looked at the messages, what of it - he lets Orange snatch it back, hands sliding into the depth of his own trousers. The corners of his eyes are crinkled in amusement, but Eames lets it rest, looking about them for sign of either Arthur or White. ]

So, did either of you plan to do anything regarding Miss Saya? Or is this merely a defensive maneuver of yours?

[orangetoughguy]

Jackass.

[Freddy mutters, still redfaced as he pockets the device. Look who's to say they can recognize each other's crotch shots without clothing anyway huh? Huh? Yeah, that's what Freddy tells himself.]

What she does is what she does. We don't know why she does it and she's not killin' anybody. [As far as he knows.] What would you hit her with, date rape? Nobody convicts a woman.

[signatures]

I'm far more interested in the mechanic than the purpose. [ If Eames is being honest, anyway, which is a rarity but it's hardly so revealing to be in this case. ] Only curious as to your investment.

[orangetoughguy]

[Don't judge him, Eames. Freddy finds his still burning cigarette on the steps, picks it up, and goes right back to smoking it.]

She fucked around with a friend, twice. She fucked around with me. That ain't okay.

[signatures]

So you're simply removing the both of you from the environment, is it.

[ Eames watches the burning tip of Orange's cigarette with a bit of a quirked brow. ]

Very reasonable.

[orangetoughguy]

[Suckin' that white column down like it's going out of style.]

Why. You got a better idea?

[signatures]

None worth the energy of activation, anyway. [ There's a roll of Eames' broad shoulders here, casual and uncommitted. ]

[orangetoughguy]

What's that mean? You can't leave me hanging.

[Actually yes Eames can but that doesn't mean Freddy has to lay there and take it.]

[dropkick]

[ Arthur walks up in time to arch a brow at the last sentence, but he doesn't offer any commentary of his own. Adjusting the bag that is not a purse, he pauses a few steps below them, not looking at Eames or Orange as he instead checks his watch. ]

Still early.

[ He says mostly to himself, thoughtful, wondering why Orange is early too. Huh. Er but they seem to be short one-- ]

Where's Mister White?

[ This seems a more worthwhile question really. ]

[signatures]

[ Half turning to greet Arthur and his man-purse, but that's okay because it holds his laptop with a flick of his lips before turning his attention to Orange. ]

Not noon yet, Mister Orange says.