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Date: Oct 18
What: Eames and Arthur discuss some plans for the future.

[Arthur's a few minutes later than he thought he would be coming back from Hillingdon House. He had to drop off a few things, pick up a few other things, and leave a message for another hunter, but he's been thinking about the things Eames said the whole time. About how it's time to act. He hasn't completely decided whether that's the anger talking or if it really is time to start pushing back in a real way - he has to hear these fragments of ideas that Eames has first.]

[When he walks through his door, he expects Eames to be there, so he calls out his name as he hangs up his coat. He had left his door unlocked, and he's already been invited in before. Taking a shortcut through the other realm he should have arrived a while ago.]

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[Wh... What.]

[Eames has to take a moment, because this 'being nice' thing doesn't sound right coming from Arthur at all, but the rest of his explanation makes perfect sense.]

[He makes an uncomfortable noise. MOVING ON.] I'm not ready to tackle that just yet, but I'll let you know if I end up needing a second pair of eyes.

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I'll make sure to come up with something you can do to make it up to me in the meantime.

[He sounds just a little bit sarcastic as he leans forward again, taking a sip of beer and looking over the map.]

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Well hold on to the big favours. I'll likely have to consult you again on this.

[He gestures to the map to indicate what he's talking about.]

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[Arthur gestures around him vaguely, not looking up.]

You know where to find me.

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[Eames nods and makes a noise to the affirmative, glancing at his watch as he thinks about what he has to do. Tonight at least, he should be able to get home without drawing any attention to himself, and he can pack up his things to have them put in storage. Somewhere out east, most likely.]

Right, well. I'd best be off.

[He stands and drains the rest of his beer, half considers thanking Arthur for his help, but then Eames remembers that it's Arthur and decides fuck that. He's just gonna grab his coat and see himself out unless Arthur has anything he needs to discuss.]

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[Arthur lets him go, humming some vague farewell as Eames heads out the door. He's not even sure what got into him, offering help like that, but he is genuinely interested in Eames' plans. If nothing else, they can scare Sylvia.]

[That in itself would be a victory in his books.]