"go away." Arthur repeated for the third time after Eames had stopped his singing of 'God save the Queen' and come up behind him, looking at his notes and pointing out flaws in the colour coding.
"not very nice of you, I was just looking at what you are doing, love."
"what I was doing before you came along." Arthur huffed.
"grumpy." But Eames was smiling.
"Eames! Some of us are trying to work, unlike yourself!"
"I think you're being unreasonable darling." Although it was fairly obvious that Eames was bored and looking for some entertainment, and a certain workaholic point man was perfect for this.
"throwing paperclips across the room and singing is a funny way of working."
"well…the paperclips…hey, whats wrong with my singing? It doesn't hurt anybody."
"correction, it hurts any creature with ears." It was Arthurs turn so smirk.
"Simon Cowell said that too."
"No, he didn't, you haven't even met him. Have you?" But with this Eames had sprung away and was singing again at the top of his voice, causing Cobb to jump out of his chair and swivel round to glare at Eames. "Eames, have you?" Arthur was now for some reason desperate to know the answer. Arthur fixed his hair and reached for his suit jacket to throw at Eames. It landed on his head.
The singing continued, however muffled, and Cobb, knowing Eames couldn't see, gestured to Arthur that they should go out and get coffee and leave Eames too it. Arthur nodded and silently left with Cobb for Starbucks.
It was a full ten minutes before Eames realised he was alone with a very sore throat and a jacket covering his head.