DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.
Another idea suggested to me, but I kind of made a change.
"Move your fat arse!"
"Eames, leave me alone!"
"Cobb! Arthur's bugging me!"
"Cobb! Eames is pissing me off!"
"Why are you always around! God, you're like a bloody child!"
"I'm the child? Look who's talking!"
"Cobb!"
"Cobb!"
"CAN YOU BOTH JUST SHUT UP?"
Eames and Arthur froze as Cobb screamed at them.
He glared. "Look, I don't know why you two can't get along, but I am NOT your mother!"
Eames pushed Arthur onto the floor and took his seat on the piano stool. Arthur looked at him from the ground.
"Eames, you son-of-a-bitch!"
Cobb slammed his fist down on the table, causing the warehouse to grow silent.
"Right! I've had enough! Everyday you two annoy each other, but to who's benefit? Either stop it, or you're both fired!"
Arthur blinked. "Geez…sorry, Cobb."
"Yeah, sorry…"
Ariadne laughed to herself. "They'll never stop. Just face the facts, Cobb."
Cobb muttered some profanity under his breath and shook his head.
"Can we just…have some explanation as to why you two are like this?"
Arthur sighed. "Look, I tried to be civil with Eames. Since the day I met him, he's been nothing but disrespectful to me in everyway."
Eames sighed. "Oh boo hoo. Take it like a man…oh wait, you can't."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "I admit I'm a little bossy, but he's just an ass."
Yusuf stood up. "Right, let's do some friendship therapy."
Eames looked at him for a moment. "…No."
Cobb nodded. "No, this is a good idea. Continue, Yusuf."
Yusuf cleared his throat, quite proud of his suggestion. "Right…Arthur, name one thing you hate about Eames."
Arthur smiled. "It'll take a while."
Cobb raised his eyebrows. "Just one."
Arthur sighed. "Fine…he's ignorant."
Yusuf smiled. "Excellent. Now, Eames name one thing-"
"He's a prude."
"Thanks for being so quick about it. Now, Arthur, name one thing you like about Eames."
Arthur stared at Eames for a few moments. "…Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Fine…I guess…he's kind of…a good forger?"
"Good work. Eames, same thing."
Eames smirked. "I have nothing."
Arthur shot him a look. "That's it? You have nothing good to say about me?"
"Nope."
Arthur growled in frustration. "This is why I hate you! You're so god-damn arrogant! After all these jobs, you're still the same selfish idiot!" He stormed out of the warehouse, muttering to himself.
Eames looked at the floor. "…Is he really upset?"
Ariadne rolled her eyes. "Of course he is! Go and find him and apologise!"
"But I-"
"Now!"
Eames sighed and strolled out of the warehouse. If I was a stroppy Point Man, where would I be?
