"I'm going to hang up now." Arthur says as he steps out into the hallway, shoes sinking against the plush velvet carpeting. He straightens his jacket, pushing errant strands of hair away from his face. His hand hovers over the doorbell, finger poised, ready, waiting.
"Do not hang up on me," Eames says. He sounds like he means it, too. "Arthur, don't."
I love this, it's excellent! I particularly like your attention to detail - like the fact that Arthur wore the same shoes to the wedding and the funeral.
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"I'm going to hang up now." Arthur says as he steps out into the hallway, shoes sinking against the plush velvet carpeting. He straightens his jacket, pushing errant strands of hair away from his face. His hand hovers over the doorbell, finger poised, ready, waiting.
"Do not hang up on me," Eames says. He sounds like he means it, too. "Arthur, don't."
Right about here I was all
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