[Meatball Parade on loop for 10 hours]

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Catchall for Eames to keep clutter to a minimum! As always, PM or PP to chat it up, or just throw a starter down I'm probably amenable.

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The Dodger spends his time wandering about the whole of London, irregardless of territories. Of course he does, he couldn't do his work in the same place all the time, he'd be picked out way too easily.

Still, it can means he wanders into places he probably shouldn't...

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Truthfully? Eames doesn't care about some kid wandering around in places he shouldn't be. He has a vague awareness of Dodger, insofar as he's aware of anyone nearby, but he's not exactly about to stop and talk to everyone in the immediate area just in case they might be interesting.

He's got more important things to do for a start, the first thing being getting himself a coffee. There's a nice cafe not too far off from Marble Arch-- a little out of the way, but not a long walk. Sounds like the kind of place he fancies today.

[knowntohisfriends]

The man does look vaguely familiar to the Dodger, and he finds himself staring a little. He's not picking him out as a mark - not so much as he reckons - but he's trying to place where he knows him from.

So he follows the bloke, of course he does. Trying to work out where he knows him from, and if it's a good knowing or not. It could just be that he's got one of those faces.

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It could be a lot of things that makes Dodger recognise him; Lord of Autumn, his weird paternal relationship with Nancy, a long history with Fagin that's less than amicable right now. But these things go in waves.

Or maybe he just does have one of those faces.

He's not certain yet that he's being followed, could just be a coincidence that has the hairs on his neck standing on end, he's not quite so arrogant as to assume everyone walking the same way as him is following. Especially not in central London. So he'll just go about joining the queue to buy his coffee in the hope that a little more evidence will present itself one way or the other.

[knowntohisfriends]

The Dodger didn't just get his name through thieving. That may have referred to the Artful bit, but 'Dodger' came from another talent altogether. He keeps his feet light as he walks behind, his entire posture just a copy of the same that can be seen on anyone walking through London: don't look at me, don't talk to me, I'm really not interested.

He doesn't tail too close, but he keeps his eye on the man, still trying to work out where he knows him from. The face is familiar and he can't work out why. When the man stops for coffee, the Dodger isn't too far away, among a tourist group who seem utterly lost. He keeps his head down and his mouth shut.

But he's still watching.

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Dodger's in for some boring watching — Eames buys a coffee and posts himself up near the back of the cafe, somewhere he can see all the tables and windows easily without having to make a scene of it, and pulls out his phone to start making various business calls and whatnot. Smiling his thanks when one of the staff bring him over a toasted sandwich.

He's evidently settling to spend at least the next hour here. Maybe a little longer.

[knowntohisfriends]

It's a good thing that the Dodger is used to boring watching Fagin sends him on stuff like this a lot, and he's gotten used to making the most of just hanging around a place. Still... sitting so near a cafe tends to make him realise he's hungry, and today is one of those days he doesn't have a lot of spare change on him.

So he'll just wander around in the area, looking like a lost kid. When all else fails...