I maintain what some people would call a drug den.
[ He doesn't like the way it's phrased-ooh, that term, drug den, like he isn't extremely careful about health, but it gets the point across--Yusuf, too, isn't exactly the pinnacle of moral wellness. ]
Far be it to pry, but it seems if you said water was wet, Eames would suddenly insist it was dry.
More people would call it that, Yusuf, I hate to burst your bubble.
[ Anyone outside of dreamshare, that is. Those who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a run of the mill chemist and someone who excels in their field. Someone who adds to it, like Yusuf does with his experimental mixes, his precise measurements. ]
At least they aren't calling it a drug nest, which would probably be worse.
[ A nest. Ugh. ]
How is that prying? You've just gotten to the foundation of 95% of our interactions. He goes out of his way to piss me off.
[ Yusuf blinks owlishly the moment Arthur points out the nature of his craft--yes, it's the truth, but no, he doesn't want to hear it--and before he can rebuke, Arthur moves on.
Well then. He'll take that tea and drink most of it, just for that assault to his career. ]
Unlike him or you, I like to at least pretend I'm polite.
[ He's grinning, though, and one of his cats leaps up on the table and right to Arthur, seemingly hellbent on shedding all over the other's neat linen. ]
[ As Yusuf downs the tea in lieu of a verbal response, Arthur forces down a grin. Seems like he didn't exactly want someone to acknowledge that yeah, it could be seen as a drug den. So unscrupulous and horrible and whatever other words people liked to attach to places like this. What matters though, is that he knows better. He wouldn't be here otherwise. ]
I've never pretended to be polite. [ He sees the cat aiming to jump, so he leans back and a moment later has a lap full of curious fur and whiskers. Undeterred by the natural bucketload of shedding, Arthur pets the cat from head to tail, a slow repeated motion. Eventually the cat settles, loafing with its feet tucked under and eyes closed into happy slits. ]
Eames makes an attempt but we both know he's a liar. You're more genuinely polite than at least 75% of the people we work with, honestly.
[ It's a damn pleasing sight, seeing one of his cats lovingly drape along the table, perfectly at home with Arthur. Yusuf's cats are friendly, yes, but he's found over the years that animals are far better judges of people than the people themselves.
Plus, anyone who can appreciate how cute she is is good in Yusuf's eyes. ]
Well--Americans. [ Not that Eames is American, no, but he half shrugs again, more amused than anything, and tries not to be too warmed by the compliment. There's staying humble and then never receiving compliments at all, and Yusuf is falling between the two quite nicely. ]
The day Eames admits he's more yankee is the day both of us quit our jobs.
[ Okay maybe not, but it would be like hell freezing over. While the forger likes to rag on his mother country, he's also immensely proud of England. Despite all of her transgressions. There's a reason he has a flat there; he would never keep a place somewhere he dislikes that intensely.
Glancing up from petting the cat, Arthur cocks his head to the side, curious to hear what Yusuf has to say. ]
For? [ Well, he has an idea of what. But he wants to hear it. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 01:38 am (UTC)[ He doesn't like the way it's phrased-ooh, that term, drug den, like he isn't extremely careful about health, but it gets the point across--Yusuf, too, isn't exactly the pinnacle of moral wellness. ]
Far be it to pry, but it seems if you said water was wet, Eames would suddenly insist it was dry.
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Date: 2018-07-08 03:10 am (UTC)[ Anyone outside of dreamshare, that is. Those who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a run of the mill chemist and someone who excels in their field. Someone who adds to it, like Yusuf does with his experimental mixes, his precise measurements. ]
At least they aren't calling it a drug nest, which would probably be worse.
[ A nest. Ugh. ]
How is that prying? You've just gotten to the foundation of 95% of our interactions. He goes out of his way to piss me off.
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Date: 2018-07-08 07:46 pm (UTC)Well then. He'll take that tea and drink most of it, just for that assault to his career. ]
Unlike him or you, I like to at least pretend I'm polite.
[ He's grinning, though, and one of his cats leaps up on the table and right to Arthur, seemingly hellbent on shedding all over the other's neat linen. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 07:57 pm (UTC)I've never pretended to be polite. [ He sees the cat aiming to jump, so he leans back and a moment later has a lap full of curious fur and whiskers. Undeterred by the natural bucketload of shedding, Arthur pets the cat from head to tail, a slow repeated motion. Eventually the cat settles, loafing with its feet tucked under and eyes closed into happy slits. ]
Eames makes an attempt but we both know he's a liar. You're more genuinely polite than at least 75% of the people we work with, honestly.
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Date: 2018-09-01 07:30 pm (UTC)Plus, anyone who can appreciate how cute she is is good in Yusuf's eyes. ]
Well--Americans. [ Not that Eames is American, no, but he half shrugs again, more amused than anything, and tries not to be too warmed by the compliment. There's staying humble and then never receiving compliments at all, and Yusuf is falling between the two quite nicely. ]
I suppose, then, I should--ehm--apologize.
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Date: 2018-09-22 02:33 am (UTC)[ Okay maybe not, but it would be like hell freezing over. While the forger likes to rag on his mother country, he's also immensely proud of England. Despite all of her transgressions. There's a reason he has a flat there; he would never keep a place somewhere he dislikes that intensely.
Glancing up from petting the cat, Arthur cocks his head to the side, curious to hear what Yusuf has to say. ]
For? [ Well, he has an idea of what. But he wants to hear it. ]