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[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[Working away on a forgery, relaxed.]

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[littlspecificty]

Is this the first time you've done this one?

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

Well that would depend on what you mean by first time, doesn't it? [Eames doesn't look up at Arthur, instead focused on the brush in his hands and the appropriately aged paints he's kept in storage for such an occasion. It's not that he doesn't enjoy Arthur's company every so often, but he's focused.]

[littlspecificty]

[ As if it should be obvious what he means: ]

The first time you've forged this painting.

[taking_point]

Is this money on the side, or just for fun?

[ Arthur's question may be unexpected - he's been quiet for the better part of two hours with his coffee and his reports in his lap - but he breaks the silence with a measured tone, not too loud. It was precluded by the sound of his feet walking over, the clack-clack of his shoes, so Eames shouldn't be too startled, if at all. ]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

I can't afford to get rusty, so let's say a bit of both. [He doesn't look up at Arthur from his work, as he's busy mixing and matching color.]

Since your standing Arthur, be a dear and flip the record over, will you? [He says and points to his record player, that had been filling the room with Ella's crooning voice until recently.]

[taking_point]

I suppose a better question would be, who's it for?

[ Arthur's voice goes distant slightly, obeying that command to flip the record player. He's gentle as he lifts the tone arm, turns the record over and sets the arm back down, starting the record again.

He comes back over, hands in his pockets, to watch Eames, staying a good six feet away. ]

[edifies.livejournal.com]

[ Ring ring, Mr Eames.

It doesn't do to keep a client waiting, nevermind a lady. ]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[He takes a while to answer it, rather involved in his work, and he recognizes the number the instant he does.] What can I do for you, love?

[edifies.livejournal.com]

A pretty little bird told me you were in town, [ She tells him. There's the slight murmur of voices and the ringing of phones in the background; a business call, then. ] But not a single creature could tell me for how long.

*dusts this muse off*

[incepting.livejournal.com]

[ The sound Arthur makes is a mix of surprise and approval, particularly the former. ]

I prefer his later works.

\o/!

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

Of course you would. The Boston Public works no doubt. [He doesn't look up at Arthur as he speaks, focused on his work.]

:D pardon Athur's rudeness.

[incepting.livejournal.com]

[ The corner of his mouth curls in annoyance. He still fails to comprehend Eames' need to irritate him through assumption. ]

And his portaits.

[ He pauses, watching attentively. ] Didn't think we had much spare time to do side work with all the preparations for the Clifton job.

[chesstotem]

I love the use of light. [How long has she been standing there watching him? The world may never know...]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[Long enough, and he's been entirely aware of it. He glances up at her with a quick, small smile of acknowledgement before returning to his work.] I'd say that's Sargent's specialty. That and depth in minimal expression.

[chesstotem]

So, why this one? I like her, she's pretty. Great smile.

[littlspecificty]

Is this the first time you've done this one?

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

Well that would depend on what you mean by first time, doesn't it? [Eames doesn't look up at Arthur, instead focused on the brush in his hands and the appropriately aged paints he's kept in storage for such an occasion. It's not that he doesn't enjoy Arthur's company every so often, but he's focused.]

[taking_point]

Is this money on the side, or just for fun?

[ Arthur's question may be unexpected - he's been quiet for the better part of two hours with his coffee and his reports in his lap - but he breaks the silence with a measured tone, not too loud. It was precluded by the sound of his feet walking over, the clack-clack of his shoes, so Eames shouldn't be too startled, if at all. ]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

I can't afford to get rusty, so let's say a bit of both. [He doesn't look up at Arthur from his work, as he's busy mixing and matching color.]

Since your standing Arthur, be a dear and flip the record over, will you? [He says and points to his record player, that had been filling the room with Ella's crooning voice until recently.]

[edifies.livejournal.com]

[ Ring ring, Mr Eames.

It doesn't do to keep a client waiting, nevermind a lady. ]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[He takes a while to answer it, rather involved in his work, and he recognizes the number the instant he does.] What can I do for you, love?

*dusts this muse off*

[incepting.livejournal.com]

[ The sound Arthur makes is a mix of surprise and approval, particularly the former. ]

I prefer his later works.

\o/!

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

Of course you would. The Boston Public works no doubt. [He doesn't look up at Arthur as he speaks, focused on his work.]

[chesstotem]

I love the use of light. [How long has she been standing there watching him? The world may never know...]

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

[Long enough, and he's been entirely aware of it. He glances up at her with a quick, small smile of acknowledgement before returning to his work.] I'd say that's Sargent's specialty. That and depth in minimal expression.