03
Arthur ran his hands slowly across the polished wood of the guard rail, its smooth finish wrapping around the clean modern lines of the metal stair as he glanced down towards the rest of the team, pausing to examine the quality of the light, not too bright as to be uncomfortable, but with a slightly harsh angularity as if to emphasize the 'busy office tower lobby' efficiency of the space.
In many ways dream architecture was never 100% accurate to reality, details were often added to emphasize the feel of the place versus what it would actually look like. This place was meant as a staging ground, to push occupants through to other locations with a business-like speed, not to linger. Arthur adjusted a cuff-link before descending the stair, if this were really accurate, a few of the high ceiling lights would be out, a janitor would be emptying bins or watering plants, and poorly designed day-to-day signage would be out, pined to glass with haphazard tape, directing groups to meetings, or apologizing that an elevator was down. Reality wasn't perfect, but there was no cause to be distracted with making things 'too real'.
As he descended off the last step, Eames sidled over his way, ready and prepped with snide remark, "Arthur darling, could you make this place feel any more sterile? And fluorescent… really?"
Arthur just shook his head giving the other man a look, honestly, it didn't matter what he designed Eames never considered it adventurous enough, but the designs got the job done, that was what mattered. He walked past him without a comment, wanting to hear what the group was discussing, but pulled short as Eames reached out to touch his arm briefly.
"Not blurry though –," Eames took a glance around the room, "looks fine."
"Good." Arthur managed, "Let's get back to the others."
A/N: apologies so short :)