Some of you say you are a bit confused. I know it is confusing and I'm sorry because it's hard to write like this when the characters are all muddled up, but yes. When I say Eames does something, everyone in the story just sees Arthur's body. Vise versa.
Disclaimer: Christopher Nolan owns Inception.
Arthur sat at his desk frowning. He felt uncomfortable and unkept in Eames's body. He had to win this bet. Just to get back at him. He walked out of the warehouse, and returned 15 minutes later with a bouqet of roses. Ariadne's favourite flower. He walked over to her desk and saw her working. He gave a small cough. She turned around.
"Hi Eames."
"Um, hi...listen Ariadne...". He pulled out the flowers from behind his back. She gave him the smallest gasp and looked up at him.
"These are for you...". He handed her the flowers. She walked forward and grabbed them with both hands, as they were practically bigger than her.
"Thank you Eames."she smiled. "What are they for?" Arthur sighed. He didn't like people calling him Eames. Expecially Ariadne.
"I just...I think you're really talented, and you risk a lot working with us. I just want you to know how much I appreciate you." He wasn't talking out of Eames when he said this. He was talking from Arthur. Arthur's words. He really meant it. Ariadne went slightly pink. Arthur walked a bit closer to her.
"Ariadne...would you like to-"
"Ariadne!"
Arthur was cut off by Eames walking into the room. Arthur growled. Arthur's body was being held captive by the one person he detested. Ariadne backed away from Arthur. Eames walked in and placed his hand over hers.
"Ariadne, would you do the pleasure of allowing me to take you out for a coffee?" Ariadne looked at Eames. Arthur wished that she could see through Eames's body.
"Sure." She placed the flowers on her desk and walked out with Eames. Arthur almost felt...jealous. That was his body, but she wasn't with him. He sighed and sat down at his desk. He continued to work until they came back. Ariadne walked through the door with a pink face, and she looked kind of...angry. Arthur shot a look at Eames, who was smiling intently. He stood up and walked over to him and poked Eames's chest.
"What did you do to her?"
"Nothing darling, I simply tried to get ahead in the bet." Arthur was angry. Eames was pulling moves on Ariadne.
"You jerk, she thinks it's me." Eames laughed.
"Well she was rather enjoying it until I tried to cop-a-feel." Arthur gabbed Eames's shirt.
"You will never try to cop-a-feel again. Understand?" he hissed. Eames just pushed him off and walked away.
"I'll stop copping a feel from Ariadne...when you stop using money from my wallet to buy expensive flower arrangments." he turned and gave Arthur a creepy smile, and walked away.