[Accidental video]

[notjustathief]

[The video takes place in a room in the Dream Team's new agency building, and Arthur and Eames seem to be moving a set of boxes into an area already filled with them. As they set them down the video cuts in mid-conversation.]

" -- the last of them. What is in these things?"

"Files. Papers. You know I like to keep a thorough record of our work."

"Darling, you know I adore your insane dedication to thoroughness, but I can't believe something this heavy is filled purely with papers." [As he says it, he pulls open the box flaps and starts pulling out files. Arthur settles in to unloading the boxes as well, and for a moment it's quiet until Eames frowns at a stray piece of paper he's pulled out of his box before saying:]

"Oh, ha ha, Arthur, very funny."

"What?"

"I found what I can only assume is your future April Fool's prank of some kind."

"Eames, what on earth are you talking about?"

[He holds out the piece of paper towards Arthur.] "This. This fake marriage license you drew up under both of our names? I can only imagine a very amusing set-up after I get drunk one night and you tease me mercilessly."

[Arthur stares at him blankly for a moment. When he recovers himself, he snatches the paper out of Eames' hand and holds it in front of him, scanning it over with an unreadable expression on his face.]

"...this...seems legitimate. This...seems like a real legal document." [Arthur pauses and then says:] "When did we sign this?"

[Eames looks at him blankly before moving to look over the paper with him, frowning and confused. For several seconds, they're both quiet and clearly confused with what they're looking at. It's only after a minute or so that Eames breaks the silence:]

"So...does this mean that that's your real last name I'm reading?"

((Remember the Texts From Last Night virus? Remember this thread? Yeah, shenanigans happened. Red = Arthur, Blue = Eames))

Comments

[likethetragedy]

I guess belated congratulations are in order. [She's not trolling you guys.... really... okay she is.]

[notjustathief]

Maybe. I think we'll need congratulations once the shock wears off. Though I imagine mocking will be coming along with all well-wishes.

[likethetragedy]

Now why would anyone do that? Marriage is supposed to be a beautiful thing.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

[8| You can't fool him~]

Thanks. Do we get belated wedding presents?

[likethetragedy]

Anything you want.

[sosbrigade]

Oh~ho~ho! Who was the bride?

[notjustathief]

...nobody. We married each other.

[sosbrigade]

You don't have to be a woman to be a bride! You just have to wear the dress.

You both were brides, weren't you?

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

There's none, actually.

[sosbrigade]

Oh there is. If this was a drunk wedding you two didn't know about till now one of you was definitely in a dress.

And there's probably embarrassing pictures of it somewhere!

[urbandev]

I want it made clear that you are both my friends, and I would never, ever laugh at you, no matter what the circumstances.

[notjustathief]

See, why do I suspect that reassurance might be just a tad untrue?

[urbandev]

Eames, I'm hurt you think I'd be disengenuous.

I was goig to buy you both a housewarming gift, but I see it shall have to be a wedding present as well. Do you need any kitchen appliances?

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

...

[He can sense you trolling from a different world, Reeve.]

[urbandev]

Morning, Arthur. Congratulations on your nuptuals!

[atadflamboyant]

La~ To quote, I believe, the common parlance: "Awkward!"

[notjustathief]

Very awkward. All the more so because it happened when we were drunk and not even dating yet.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

Quite, since we don't even remember getting married at all.

[chapter_behind]

It is even legal for men to marry in your world? Good God.

[notjustathief]

Depends where you are. Some places are very rainbow-friendly, others react with rocks and sticks. It's all the luck of the draw, really.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

Is there a problem with that? Only in a few places, not everywhere. But it is.

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

That wait the paper says, isn't it? [Arthru replies, uncomfortable. He looks down at the paper again.] And that's your first name.

[notjustathief]

Er...well, yes. Yes, it is.

[There's a moment where he doesn't say anything, just looking at the paper with a dumbfounded expression.

After a while, a slow smile creeps on his face as he says:] Arthur Christopher. So that's why Jack calls you 'Chrissy'.

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[archicheck]

[Ariadne walks in a moment later with a box of her own. Given the confused silence, she's already curious.]

Hey, what's going on? Something wrong?

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[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

[Well this is awkward.]

We are married. [Direct to the point.]