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[orangetoughguy]

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

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[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?