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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[signatures]

[ Eames wants to tell Arthur to stop that, the whole glaring bit, the way his bag might melt over (they're probably going to have one of those one-sided discussions over this, he bets) but what he does do instead is slip his hand back into the inside of his tweed jacket, taking out the second disc. He was going to destroy it if they didn't bring it up, anyway, so it's good of them to without the simple expectations of it, holding the thin DVD holder between two fingers toward Orange, because he's the closest. ]

You'll be able to watch it off your DVD player.

[ Assuming they have one... which is dubious to say considering they were still mentioning VHS tapes as the main mode of security but hey, some old joints are just like that, and at least they were correct on it. They'll figure it out, anyway. Eames can't see why they wouldn't. ]

I can't tell you when I find out every little thing, Mister White. [ His mouth curls back amicably. ] But I'll let you both know if something of interest and relevancy sticks.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy wants to ask Arthur "Dude, what's up with you." but people are people and this guy did provide the gear around which they managed to congregate like frat boys watching porn. Who knows what the passing library staff thought. Anyway Larry doesn't seem to be pushing the issue and if it's okay with him to sit back in wait-for-something-to-happen mode then it's okay with Freddy.

Orange accepts the disc from Eames and nods once. At some point his unlit cigarette found its way from his mouth to perch in the crook of his head and ear.]

Thanks. [He knows what a DVD player is, he has one. So sue him for still calling them tapes. Pff. Also he interjects before White can response to Eames.] We'll keep in touch.

[Meeting adjourned? He almost feels like he's back in the meeting room before the day's patrol.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Who knows what's working in Arthur's mind. For the moment Larry doesn't care. This is it. They got their copy of the footage.]

Thanks.

[Half-hearted but someone's gotta say it. In case their some kind of an ambush, he decides to open the door first.]

[dropkick]

[ Assuming they have one, Arthur thinks about the DVD but assumes even if they don't already own one, they can easily acquire it. ...if they ask for the right thing. Tapes? No.

Anyway.

Everyone seeming to linger a little, Arthur inclines his head first to Orange and then to White after each 'thanks' but further dialogue seems unnecessary. When White moves for the door, Arthur hangs back, presuming Orange will go next, following after that, his hand lingering on the door as he exits - an absentminded kind of courtesy for the last one out, in this case, Eames. ]

we can just end it here gais or somethin'?

[signatures]

[ Eames, for his part, hangs back a bit, though what for isn't readily apparent - filing through his own thoughts, maybe, watching Larry and Orange's statures before finally he gets up from the chair, tucking its seat under the desk. Larry has a way of conducting himself very defensively, Eames muses, not for the first time as he lets White and Orange go fuck off with whatever business they have planned for the rest of the day. As for him, he pinches his thumb and index finger on the strap of Arthur's purse messenger bag. ]

Coffee, then?