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[notjustathief]

[Do you remember how during the last virus, Eames was Tuxedo Forger? Well, the tuxedo is back out, only without the mask. And Eames is also carrying a cane as well.

Did you know Eames can dance? Eames can apparently dance. Because this happens:]

Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue?
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air

High hats and narrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time

Now, if you're blue
And you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits

Puttin' on the Ritz!

Different types who wear a daycoat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits

Puttin' on the Ritz!

Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
Super-duper

Come, let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or "umberellas"
In their mitts

Puttin' on the Ritz!

Tips his hat just like an English chappie
To a lady with a wealthy pappy
Very snappy

You'll declare it's simply topping
To be there and hear them swapping
Smart tidbits

Puttin' on the Ritz!

[When he finishes, he makes a large, sweeping bow while removing his hat. When he stands up again, he grins and adds:]

You should all be so glad I didn't do the Young Frankenstein version.

Comments

[chapter_behind]

Enjoying yourself, Mr. Eames?

[notjustathief]

Very much so, yes!

[chapter_behind]

Glad to hear it.

[notjustathief]

One can't help but enjoy the combination of tuxedos and tap dance routines.

[chapter_behind]

Not exactly my decade, but I'll admit it has a certain flair.

[likethetragedy]

You're taking this well.

[notjustathief]

When in doubt, counter all viruses with as much ridiculousness as possible. It makes life much more tolerable.

[notjustathief]

Oh, you're missing out on several centuries of rather dapper fashion. Also some hideousness as well, but plenty of flair.

[chapter_behind]

So I've been assured. By many.

[notjustathief]

Those many are correct. Still, I suppose the tricorner hat fad was rather snappy as well.

[chapter_behind]

How are you, Mr. Eames? I haven't heard from Arthur since his doppleganger appeared.

[notjustathief]

....I'm alright. Arthur is...Arthur's been preoccupied lately.

[likethetragedy]

I'll be sure to remember that for next time.

[chapter_behind]

I rather thought you two came as a matched set.

[notjustathief]

That's a bit complicated at the moment.

[notjustathief]

Do indeed. Perhaps you too can have an entire choreographed dance routine.

[likethetragedy]

It wouldn't be as good as yours so why bother?

[chapter_behind]

I... see. I'm sorry.

[notjustathief]

Thanks. It'll work itself out eventually. It has to.

[notjustathief]

One can't compare themselves to perfection. That way lies madness.

[chapter_behind]

I wish you only the best of luck. I know he cares for you deeply.

[notjustathief]

Thanks. I hope he does.

[chapter_behind]

He does. He's just incredibly stupid. To say nothing of pigheaded and proud.

[It's entirely possible that James isn't talking about Arthur anymore. Oops.]

[likethetragedy]

That would be a problem considering I can just walk into the same house as you whenever I want.

[notjustathief]

Huh. Talking about my husband still, or do you have something on your mind as well?

[notjustathief]

Quite true. Wouldn't want there to be tension in the Dream House.

[likethetragedy]

When you put it like that it sounds like we're living in a bad reality show.

[chapter_behind]

Arthur. Of course. What else could I possibly be talking about, Mr. Eames?

[notjustathief]

Perhaps some other pig-headed person is one your mind. Just a thought.

[chapter_behind]

No. That's ridiculous.

I need a drink.

[notjustathief]

I may have to echo that sentiment.

In need of a drinking partner?

[notjustathief]

We could be. "Three ex-criminals and a superheroine trapped in one house. WHO WILL WIN THE GRAND PRIZE?"

[likethetragedy]

It'd have to be one hell of a grand prize. I don't compete for pointless reasons.