phone post

[orangetoughguy]

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

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[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?