[ 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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Date: 2018-08-22 02:07 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-22 02:37 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-08-29 05:41 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-09-22 01:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-10-16 04:42 pm (UTC)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?