[ inspiration from a previous associate that peter doesn't find the need to go into. there's a quiet sense of binding here, the way arthur pulls away, how he reaches for his glass and tips it towards him. he's got a good face, boyish in its shape, in the play of his eyes. peter picks up his own drink and holds it out softly until the very rims of their glasses touch. ]
And I, you, Arthur.
[ he takes a sip of his drink, and when he pulls away there is a rich stain of color, but his lips look untarnished. ]
You certainly are much easier on the eyes than I'd thought you'd be. You're already full of surprises, looking as good as you do in that suit.
[ Morrigan picks up where he leaves off, the rims of their glasses clinking softly. After, he takes a sip of his drink, a mirrored image to the man sitting across from him.
At the comment, he raises an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile pulling his mouth up at the corner. ]
And you're different than what I expected. Not in a bad way, of course. [ He lets his gaze drop on purpose, this time really looking. His legs really do look great in those trousers; Arthur has half a mind to ask after his tailor to thank him. ]
Trial and error. [ It's taken him painstaking time to perfect his look. ] What do you say to taking this somewhere else?
[ Private, because job details were best given behind a closed door. ]
[ peter lets arthur have his fill of a look, after all, it's only fair. and he's had less kind eyes on him before - if anything this sort of gaze is quite refreshing, and more than desired. he enjoys his drink with a little smile on his painted lips as he waits for arthur to decide what it is they'll do next.
and he certainly does. ]
I thought you'd never ask.
[ as though they've been here dallying for hours instead of simply minutes. there's a brightness in his eyes lighting up, like a cat that's spotted precisely what little shiny bauble it wants and is already preparing to go after it. he takes his napkin briefly and presses his mouth to it, leaving a bleeding red kiss on it before setting the glass down after and holding out his hand. ]
[ And while they've only known each other for a few minutes, he gets the feeling this is going to work out well. Years in dreamshare have gotten him used to reading people. Or maybe he's always had it, even when he wanted to deny certain facts (like how he'd known he would work well with Eames in the beginning, despite the forger's aggravating attitude).
So he takes Morrigan's hand after sliding off the stool, other arm slanted in a "go ahead" gesture. ]
Ladies first.
[ Once they're properly out of the lounge, he might even offer an elbow, the two of them surely looking beautiful (and lethal) on the short walk to the hotel he has just for this occasion. ]
[ peter immediately smiles at the gesture, slipping away from the bar and waiting for arthur to come to his side. they walk arm in arm, an easy pace that looks like it's languid and meant for something more. he really couldn't ask for a better partner to put on that kind of a convincing show. it's clear to patrons around that they're likely not to be doing any sort of wholesome business in the confines of a room.
that's the best part of the game really. wide eyes or jealous ones, ones that can't help but peek over their magazines or periodicals.
peter leans in gently as they close in on the hotel, as if to place a kiss softly on his cheek. ]
[ Naturally, he notices the stares. The people's eyes that linger or the ones that try hard to be indiscreet, gazes flicking up from their phones. Of course, he also knows what this looks like. Their pace isn't hurried, borders on sensual, like they have a lot of time on their hands. Or they're drawing something out, a slow simmer underneath the skin.
No one would assume business, only pleasure.
Morrigan's lips are nearly pressed to his cheek, the words a hum he feels more than hears. The corner of his mouth quirks up as they pass the doorman. ]
My mom raised me right.
[ Is that too personal a detail? Or just an answer to fill the space of "yes"? Up to the other to decide.
He reaches for the door then, holding it open for Morrigan before following and heading for the elevators. From there it's a quick trip, up twelve floors and down a hall, soft carpeting muffling their steps. Arthur keys open the hotel room, lets Morrigan in first; when the door shuts with a mechanically softened click, he doesn't drop the act, not really. It's the first time in a while he's felt this comfortable playing up the side that likes people. ]
[ peter enjoys the walk they take up the stairs, through the finer wings of the hotel and into a rather neat and intimate room. he makes himself comfortable here almost immediately, leaning down in one graceful arc to remove one heel and then the other. they dangle carelessly at their backs by his fingers as he makes his way slowly towards the bed and has a seat without much prompting.
this will do.
he glances at arthur and tilts his head. ]
Well, I suppose more than just the basics would be fair, don't you agree? Mr. Eames was kind enough to give me the gist of what we're dealing with - a wealthy heiress and her just newly attained surveillance corporation. They're hired by some of the most cagey, mean billionaires around these days.
[ his fingers drum lightly on the bed sheets as he lingers on the words. ]
Which means there's quite a lot there to gain access too if we obtain the right parameters from her. She's apparently quite the dealer in secrets.
[ A wealthy heiress is an understatement. She's loaded and widowed, ambitiously building a security corporation that would cater to a specific clientele.
Arthur comes further into the room, taking a seat in the chair by the desk, one leg primly crossed over the other. ]
Yes, she's hired us on to do some snooping. Ms. Vicenzo is somewhat of a paranoid type, though she divulged she has reason to believe there's employees in her payroll that are leaking information. Namely, the ones in charge of keeping files on her clients.
[ It goes without saying that could be a complete disaster. ] Which means our directive is to figure out who. Moreover, she has a suspicion that someone on the outside is paying for the info to begin with, so this'll be a double pronged ousting.
[ arthur speaks and nureyev glances idly at his nails. it might seem like a lack of attention is being paid, but this is simply how he is, softly polishing lacquered fingers against his shirt as he finally lifts his head up with a knowing smile, brow cocked a little bit over his glasses. the kiss curl between his eyes is tossed just slightly against his temple. ]
Sounds like way more fun than I signed up for. Perfect. I was afraid this whole affair was going to be a waste of my time.
[ the smile on his lips is genuine, a little pull of teeth made visible behind blushed lips. ]
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And I, you, Arthur.
[ he takes a sip of his drink, and when he pulls away there is a rich stain of color, but his lips look untarnished. ]
You certainly are much easier on the eyes than I'd thought you'd be. You're already full of surprises, looking as good as you do in that suit.
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At the comment, he raises an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile pulling his mouth up at the corner. ]
And you're different than what I expected. Not in a bad way, of course. [ He lets his gaze drop on purpose, this time really looking. His legs really do look great in those trousers; Arthur has half a mind to ask after his tailor to thank him. ]
Trial and error. [ It's taken him painstaking time to perfect his look. ] What do you say to taking this somewhere else?
[ Private, because job details were best given behind a closed door. ]
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and he certainly does. ]
I thought you'd never ask.
[ as though they've been here dallying for hours instead of simply minutes. there's a brightness in his eyes lighting up, like a cat that's spotted precisely what little shiny bauble it wants and is already preparing to go after it. he takes his napkin briefly and presses his mouth to it, leaving a bleeding red kiss on it before setting the glass down after and holding out his hand. ]
Take me away.
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So he takes Morrigan's hand after sliding off the stool, other arm slanted in a "go ahead" gesture. ]
Ladies first.
[ Once they're properly out of the lounge, he might even offer an elbow, the two of them surely looking beautiful (and lethal) on the short walk to the hotel he has just for this occasion. ]
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that's the best part of the game really. wide eyes or jealous ones, ones that can't help but peek over their magazines or periodicals.
peter leans in gently as they close in on the hotel, as if to place a kiss softly on his cheek. ]
Do you treat all your dates this nicely, Arthur?
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No one would assume business, only pleasure.
Morrigan's lips are nearly pressed to his cheek, the words a hum he feels more than hears. The corner of his mouth quirks up as they pass the doorman. ]
My mom raised me right.
[ Is that too personal a detail? Or just an answer to fill the space of "yes"? Up to the other to decide.
He reaches for the door then, holding it open for Morrigan before following and heading for the elevators. From there it's a quick trip, up twelve floors and down a hall, soft carpeting muffling their steps. Arthur keys open the hotel room, lets Morrigan in first; when the door shuts with a mechanically softened click, he doesn't drop the act, not really. It's the first time in a while he's felt this comfortable playing up the side that likes people. ]
Where'd you like to start?
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this will do.
he glances at arthur and tilts his head. ]
Well, I suppose more than just the basics would be fair, don't you agree? Mr. Eames was kind enough to give me the gist of what we're dealing with - a wealthy heiress and her just newly attained surveillance corporation. They're hired by some of the most cagey, mean billionaires around these days.
[ his fingers drum lightly on the bed sheets as he lingers on the words. ]
Which means there's quite a lot there to gain access too if we obtain the right parameters from her. She's apparently quite the dealer in secrets.
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Arthur comes further into the room, taking a seat in the chair by the desk, one leg primly crossed over the other. ]
Yes, she's hired us on to do some snooping. Ms. Vicenzo is somewhat of a paranoid type, though she divulged she has reason to believe there's employees in her payroll that are leaking information. Namely, the ones in charge of keeping files on her clients.
[ It goes without saying that could be a complete disaster. ] Which means our directive is to figure out who. Moreover, she has a suspicion that someone on the outside is paying for the info to begin with, so this'll be a double pronged ousting.
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Sounds like way more fun than I signed up for. Perfect. I was afraid this whole affair was going to be a waste of my time.
[ the smile on his lips is genuine, a little pull of teeth made visible behind blushed lips. ]
How soon can we get started?