Dude. DUUUDE. I was suffering fic withdrawal and all those depressing things about life and then this one came along and...and...
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On a minor note, (since I'm bad with lit essays and I haven't touched lit in ages) -
Arthur spluttered. “Is that Eames? What is…oh Jesus Christ.”
Is it just me, or does Arthur's dialogue actually mirror Cobb's? :O
“What? Oh, Jesus Christ, that is not where I was going with that. Also, I’m concerned that that’s where you went with it.”
Anyway, I loved the banter, especially how Eames gets so defensive when Ariadne diagnosed him with a midlife crisis and all (oh hell yes, Eames, you do have one!)
But it's true that they do challenge each other. Ariadne can't read Eames, and half the time, she's guessing. At the same times, Eames can't exactly hide all of his shennanigans because she's perceptive. I just love this, ok? :D
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On a minor note, (since I'm bad with lit essays and I haven't touched lit in ages) -
Arthur spluttered. “Is that Eames? What is…oh Jesus Christ.”
Is it just me, or does Arthur's dialogue actually mirror Cobb's? :O
“What? Oh, Jesus Christ, that is not where I was going with that. Also, I’m concerned that that’s where you went with it.”
Anyway, I loved the banter, especially how Eames gets so defensive when Ariadne diagnosed him with a midlife crisis and all (oh hell yes, Eames, you do have one!)
But it's true that they do challenge each other. Ariadne can't read Eames, and half the time, she's guessing. At the same times, Eames can't exactly hide all of his shennanigans because she's perceptive. I just love this, ok? :D