Eames comes in from a different direction as his significantly more put-together counterpart, looking rather like he rifled through the local second-hand clothes shop until he found the ugliest shirt short of Hawaiian print, which he has blessedly half covered with a jacket (and yet it works, somehow). He's armed, but not blatantly so, and headed for the weapons cache, thank you.
"Maybe a lapel pin," he amends, as if Arthur might actually wear a 'The Angry Man' lapel. "Hello," he adds to the group with a wave.
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Eames comes in from a different direction as his significantly more put-together counterpart, looking rather like he rifled through the local second-hand clothes shop until he found the ugliest shirt short of Hawaiian print, which he has blessedly half covered with a jacket (and yet it works, somehow). He's armed, but not blatantly so, and headed for the weapons cache, thank you.
"Maybe a lapel pin," he amends, as if Arthur might actually wear a 'The Angry Man' lapel. "Hello," he adds to the group with a wave.