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You have got to be kidding me.

Nearly a half year of silence from you and suddenly you've "found" me again? I am done with you. We are done. Our business is concluded, pleasure to have worked with you, au revoir and all that lovely mess. Find some other poor soul to annoy, now, go on.

Go.

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Someone that finally pissed you off enough that you refuse to work with them? I never thought I'd see the day.

And you still haven't. She and I, we had an arrangement that didn't fit too well.

You don't force a ring on when you know it's not your size.

Compromise, Eames. You'd do well to learn it.

[ And if that was a dig at Cobb then lalalala ]

Have you tried getting the ring resized? Or losing some weight?

It would depend on the finger you're wearing it, wouldn't it? Not that kind of ring, Arthur.

[And really, compromise?]

You don't actually think that compromise is something we do. Perish the thought, now, we're in the wrong profession for that sort of thing.

Then I think the term you might be looking for is 'hoop', not ring.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Compromise? I think it is. Being inflexible isn't going to get you anywhere in our job or otherwise. What have you been doing, languishing in her head?

Specificity with jewelry - you really make a bad habit out of your work, don't you.

Adaptability isn't quite the same as being compromising, Arthur. And to answer that last one, I was well and perfectly gone and away until today.

Don't knock specificity, it's handy in the real world.

You must not have been - after all, here you are again.

[ Like he doesn't know why. O those muns. ]

"Real world". It's not too early in the day for this philosophy, then?

[Avoiding the question? Avoiding the question.]

[ Ah, that he hadn't missed about the Eameses. ]

Chat my ear off about how dreams aren't about being specific every time, it still helps outside of dreams. "Real world".

Kept your wits about you too while you were away I see.

Has that ever worked? The shooing?

I've been trying that for over a year now and no luck.

It worked for a while, but it's a bit of hit-or-miss with these ladies. Have you tried reverse psychology yet?

'You don't want little old me in your headspace, think of the rutting! The maintenance! The apologies you'll have to make!'?

Yes. Nothing doing.

Was the idea to make yourself distasteful and less appealing? Because that sounds more like encouragement.

It's not as if I make a point of being especially villainous.

The best I can do is hedonistic nuisance. So punish me.

Oh, I think your landlady's doing a fine enough job of that, where you're concerned.

It can't be so bad for you, though, I imagine.

Keep talking, I'm certain you'll be enjoying your landlady's attentions soon enough.

Us rascals are always the ones on the front lines. Piffle!

Did you just say 'piffle'?

She tells me that I'm a pseudo-Medieval wizard and am allowed. What's your excuse, serah?

It's been a while, hasn't it? Wondered where you went off to.

Well, if it isn't the lovely Miss Pond.

What brings you to my neck of the woods?

Always when you least expect me, yeah?

Maybe I missed you. Or something like that.

[He can only shake his head, but it's not a bad thing. He's even maybe smiling.]

Or something, yeah. You look good, Amy, how've you been? The aliens treating you well, I hope?

Thanks, so do you, actually. [ And Amy's smiling, too. Nothing changes much. ] I've been dealing with monsters for the past year, so I can't really say. I'm handling it though. Even if my dreams sometimes make it worse.

What about you?

Does that ever actually work? Because no matter how many times I threaten mine, and no matter how many other poor saps she finds to entertain herself with, she always seems to come back eventually.

Oh, no. That infliction, I know it well.

You've been infected with favoritism. Best abandon all hope now, love, there's never a cure for that.

I think that's the most accurate way I've ever heard it described. I'd actually rather have mono again than keep going through this.

Are you trying to shoo someone?

You know it isn't that easy. They're never 'done'. Not really, anyway.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to try, now, would it? Gives us something to do while they're deciding what form of torture to put us in next.

I guess, but they're not like stray cats. Or maybe they are... You work with them once and they never, ever leave you alone.

Though I have to say, it's good to see you again.

That sounds dangerously like the imprinting concept. Terrifying, that one.

But all that said, yes, Asellus, it's been ages, how have you been doing?

Congratulations, you have a duckling, I guess? Maybe it won't be so bad.

Ah, I've been... doing. Sometimes well, sometimes not. But you know me; I find my way into trouble all the time. Right now, 'trouble' involves a crazy door and some Mist that makes weird things happen. Oh, and hardly anyone who has indoor plumbing that you can bathe or drink from.

Edited (redundancy and also bathe is a verb, wtg self) 2012-06-19 11:51 (UTC)

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