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a/n Wasn't planning on adding to this, but something made me laugh and the result is this drabble. Enjoy!
It was Yusuf who noticed first. And he decided it was "not his place to interfere".
Next was Saito, who knew he should object, but simply watched in amused irritation out of the corner of his eye.
When Dom realized what was happening, he couldn't stop the grin.
Ariadne choked trying to swallow her giggles, and hid behind her coffee mug.
Up to this point, they had all been trying to decide if Arthur was ignoring it, or really hadn't noticed.
They decided it was the latter when Arthur took a long swallow of his drink, spluttered, soughed, and spit out the last paperclip which had been successfully tossed into the cup.
Staring in confusion down at the bent piece of metal, his eyes narrowed and fell on the forger.
"Eeeeaaaaaaames!"
It was nearly three hours before things calmed down enough for Eames to lean on Ariadne desk, smirking gaze on the annoyed pointman. "I do love it when he storms my castle."
The cup seemed to fly through the air all on its own. (Or at least nobody actually saw Arthur throw it.)
Eames licked the liquid off his lips and leered at Arthur. "I didn't know your tastes ran that way, darling. But I'll be glad to pour on some Viennese coffee before you get to my flat tonight, love."
The man didn't dignify this with a response, but Saito muttered under his breath, holding his face in his hands, "Children. I work with children."
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