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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[signatures]

Well, this seems silly.

[ He should've just not gone through with it at all, knowing Freddy. He's never actually seen him run like a cawp in all his time here - except for their experiences in the desert. The fight as dogs doesn't count. ]

Aren't friends supposed to support each other in all of their endeavours?

[orangetoughguy]

I didn't know you run, like, you actually go out and do rounds around the block.

[Too fat, too old, too lazy, too English, any one of those works. For the record Orange here can run like hell when he has to. He just didn't figure this was going to be one of those moments.]

Hey it's summer, you don't look too weird.

[Unless Eames is wearing sweatbands. Is Eames wearing sweatbands??]

[signatures]

[ Do half-walks with Pancake label themselves under running? No, definitely not. ]

New year and all that, right?

[ Belated resolutions or something of the like. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[No not really. He'll buy Eames' last ditch resort anyway though Freddy still has no intention of jogging in his jeans.]

Right.

[And just to emphasize is noncommitment to running, Orange lights up a cigarette.]

[signatures]

[ To go back home and change? Eames can't decide whether or not it's worth it. He waves them on into a walk, at least, headed to the business area of the City - there are at least a few restaurants that way, if a bit pricier. ]

What's new, then?

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ Athletes, shmathletes. Eames has more important things going on than impressing those that arrange their whole life style over their physique. ]

Been a bit bored, honestly.

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ Just Freddy's type, in fact. Just don't tell White... ]

I tried that whole ship in a bottle bit already.

[orangetoughguy]

[Yes. Well.] Bullshit I ain't ever seen your bottles.

[That's not an innuendo or anything either, just a remark coming from a man who knows how to build models from kits.]

[signatures]

Just because you don't see my hobbies doesn't mean they don't exist.

[orangetoughguy]

What if I want to see them?

[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.]

[signatures]

You've already dreamed them.

[ 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. ]