[ VIDEO ] (backdated to 09/27)

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[ The network post starts up with Eames grabbing his device from his nightstand, a good visual of his bedroom and too brightly patterned comforter coming into view. ]

People leave the City all the time - whether or not they come back isn't up to any of us. Sometimes, if they come back, they'll not remember a thing that happened while they were here last. [ It's unclear whether or not Eames is talking to the Network as a whole or to someone else - eitherway, he's headed out the room and down the stairs of the Inception haus. ]

I'd much rather write up a will than a pre-nup. Under what circumstances would we have to split portions of the future business? Are we going to cut Rhada in half when we decide to not longer be friends? I'll have to pay someone to separate our bloody socks.

[ Grump, grump, grump. At least it's more obvious now Eames is, in fact, addressing Yusuf. He turns the device over in his hand, notes it's on, and though the frustration (apparent as a sarcastic patronisation) is apparent on his face he doesn't shut it off. ]

Who knows where to find a good lawyer?

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[ It's Yusuf knowing where Eames' main target is at this time of day or being a mindreader or just plain following him that they end up in the kitchen together. ]

Don't you think putting it down on paper and making a whole contract out of it is just a sham? There's nothing genuine about it.

[ He waves a hand, that same hand going for a knob of one of the overhead cabinets. ] No romance. No whims. I don't need a piece of paper to tell me that you'll receive a portion of the remainder of my belongings, should something happen. Or that we both do equal shares of work and therefore get equal payouts.

And who's going to pay the gentleman we have to hire to write all of this up?

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Topside the idea would be ludicrous, but here- [ The kitchen, though not their main antagonist, has been the site of a curse or two, and thus, is included in Yusuf's sweeping generalization of the City. ] We're working against different forces.

We always have those things, a contract that divides services rendered- at the very least Arthur's got an Excel sheet with our names and hour ranges on them. [ Taking a seat at the counter, Yusuf raises an eyebrow at the patterned silk shirt rummaging through the cupbord. ] Should something happen, you may not necessarily be here to be told- reminded- whichever. It is relatively important for starting a business.

[ Shrug. ] Have you impersonated any lawyers recently?

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[ Eames' shirt today consists of a few different coloured stripes going in about eight different angles - an expensive but very comfortable investment, if he does say so himself, though no one's asking. Looking through the shelves though comes up with nothing he particularly wants, so Eames just ends up turning to look at Yusuf, fingers curled loosely around the edge of the countertops. ]

If we don't trust one another to not walk away with more than what we're due, we ought to not be going into business with one another.

[ The ease of acquiring a paper document, in Eames' case, doesn't make it seem more appealing. ]