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[ There is a photo attached of a smiley face on a section of brick. ]

I wasn't aware we had such wonderful artists in the City - or gangsters insistent on spreading joy all across the Underground. Then again, considering just the other day we had robots made out of trash cans roaming about, the prospect of happy thugs just doesn't seem so far off.

Pieces of scrap metal, however, make much better windchimes than I imagine pieces of thug would - just a hazard of a guess.

Don't correct me if I'm wrong.

Also, I know we have Cinna as our wonderful tailor in the Overground, but might anyone here repair watches?

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I'm terrible at jokes.

How long can I lend them out for?

A day at a time?

If you need one for a day, or two. I'd prefer that in a non-emergency scenario, you not keep them out overnight for more than a night.

That's rather agreeably reasonable. Thank you very much.

You're very welcome.

I have a question for you.

I might have an answer.

You met Neil, didn't you?

Your friend Arthur's doppleganger.

Not in person, no, but we've spoken a few times over the network.

He's very skinny. Young.

What do you know about him?

About him? Next to nothing.

Of him? He has the capacity to read people beyond superficiality - he puts emphasis on studying, or at least noticing, various select things about anyone person. How they hold themselves, how they interact with him, he may even be able to consider wealth as a factor. He speaks as though uneducated but has more than the idle-most capacity of putting two and two together.

He may have possible trauma in his life previous, though what I'm not sure of - enough to give him baggage of what he claims to be "stuff" or other things that the potentially naive or astute might consider him in need of therapy for. I suspect it could have to do with the fact he's a gigolo, but it would depend on whether or not he views turning tricks as an inherently bad thing, which I don't think he does. It could be something else entirely. He's homosexual - depending on where and when he's from, that's reason enough for others to accuse him of needing therapy.

He doesn't consider himself harmless.

He worked in a sub shop once but it seems as though it might have been a short-term affair. He describes himself as a "fast learner" but I suspect it may only be in terms of what he chooses to do.

He enjoys soda.

I think he may be lonely, too, but that's more conjecture than I'd like.

I think I would agree with most of these things, except that I feel that is is harmless, because no teenage boy wants to consider themselves such. He doesn't like emotional messes. His best friend is in love with him, but he doesn't reciprocate.

Do you think he sells his body because he's lonely?

I'm not sure. I made good friends with a prostitute in Cape Town, you know, but not everyone's story is the same when it comes to the lifestyle there. Broken home or simply a life gone wrong, acceptance versus self-disgust, loneliness versus a need for money or a safehouse from violence by keeping their pimp happy.

It's too early for me to say.

He seemed surprised that I didn't care. He said he would be interested in sex with me, if only he weren't queer.

[There's a pause. Saya's figured something about Eames out - and that's he can suss out people. It's a bad place to be, because Saya can't but she likes to know these things]

I don't know any prostitutes back home. My social circle is simply not that wide.

Does he honestly regret being only interested in men?

[ Eames sounds rather curious, but then Saya keeps going and he takes a pause to shrug, even if she cant see him. ]

I don't know if I would call it a social circle, per se. I always feel as though that requires much more reciprocation than I ever intend to give. But I do enjoy learning about different sorts of people.

I doubt it's regret. I don't think many women admit that they can have sex without string attached. You'll have to ask him that yourself.

Yes. You do.

It's true - too much stigma of sexuality and women being an inherently awful thing. I'll see if it comes up, anyway.

Are you asking me my opinion because you intend to let him stay at the Warehouse?

No, I'm asking you because I'm genuinely curious.

Because I saw you talking. Because he looks like Arthur.

Fair enough.

He does, a bit - they carry themselves completely differently, and their eyes are different colours, but there is still that curious resemblance. I don't know if Arthur has noticed and simply chosen not to really put much thought into it, but either way he hasn't mentioned it to me.

He's younger. He has an accent. But there are things in the world that can change a person so completely that they become new people.

Not that I'm suggesting.

And there is a well-enough mixing in the gene pool that some people can simply look similar to others.

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I think I met a younger version of Arthur before, previously. He was utterly convinced that this was nothing more of a lucid dream and just about ignored all other persons around him. Of course, since Arthur gave up memory of his childhood, I don't have anything to base much of anything on.

He appeals to my generous side.

I don't think he's the type of boy who will enjoy suits.

It doesn't always involve couture, Eames.

I only tease you.

I think you're very fond of my suits.

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