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Then what exactly does it mean, darling, because I can't imagine someone giving me something like this if they particularly despised me. Although, there was that bloke in Melbourne once...[ He trails off with a slight grin as he fiddles with the object in his lap, Ryder peering over his shoulder to sniff at it cautiously. ]

{Solomon, for once, is sitting by Arthur's legs and isn't climbing around trying to reach Ryder. They're both watching Eames and the fox observe their--well, friends is perhaps the word, even if Solomon would say that's not at all adequate.} It's a watch {Correction, it is a Piaget Altiplano watch, but honestly} perhaps it means that I think you should be more punctual.

Why should I have the need to be punctual when I have you to keep me on task? [ Despite his words he's flipping open the small box to reveal the particularly shiny watch within. His brow raises slightly in surprise as he rubs his thumb over the watch face, Ryder sneaking in closer to get a better look and letting out a low sound of satisfaction. ] I must say, this is quite a pleasant surprise...to what do I owe the occasion? Other than my deplorable punctuality.

{Solomon's tail twitches happily against Arthur's slacks at that noise, and Arthur smiles, just slightly, before giving the man a dry look} It's Christmas.

Hmm. [ His lips twitch into a wider grin as he nudges Ryder with his chin, motivating her to disappear into his bags. ] Then I suppose it's a good thing I got you this. [ His eyes flick from the watch to Arthur as Ryder appears at the point man's feet, dropping a small package at his feet before moving to tackle Solomon to the ground. ]

{Solomon falls with a surprised 'mrow' before bounding back to his feet and doing his best to pin the smaller daemon. Arthur didn't realize he was watching them with what likely amounted to a stupid smile on his face for at least half a moment. He cleared his throat and reached down to pick up the package, raising an eyebrow at Eames before sliding a nail under the tape at a corner and peeling back the wrapping paper}

[ Eames can't keep his eyes from Arthur's expression, entranced more by the smile on the other man's face, than the actions of their daemons as they tussled on the floor. He waited for Arthur to open up the pair of cufflinks he'd had to pull in a few favors to even get his eyes on. ] Can't tell you the number of people I had to kill to get my hands on a pair of red dice cufflinks, but for you, darling, I'd kill a half dozen more.

You always did have a strange idea of romance {He retorts, but his eyes have fallen to the cufflinks in the box. They could be tacky, given the subject matter, but Eames has managed to find a pair in perfect form. Classic in their simplicity. And both cast, somewhat ironically, to four.} --these--well.

Romance? [ His brow rose in amusement. ] And here I thought this was simply the passing of gifts between friends, or, rather, colleagues. [ Grin growing he leveraged himself from his chair, setting the box with the watch carefully to the side as he crossed over to where Arthur was. ] Can't say I mind, though. I did get a few strange, albeit endearing, looks when I explained who exactly I was getting those for. [ Leaning over he rested his hands on the arm rests on either side of Arthur, grinning wickedly. ]

[He just smiles condescendingly, his eyebrow quirking up for only a moment before he takes the gift.] Of course not, Arthur.