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[angry_salad]

It was beautiful.

There was no two-ways about it: Rapture was gorgeous, and every little part of it was something he thought only an architect dreaming would be able to conjure up. But no, this is real. As real as the tailored suit and the bow-tie, the outfit that reminds him very much of Saito and the failed heist.

He takes two flutes of champagne and smiles at the waitress, who smiles back, flustered. Under normal circumstances, he would stop to chat but at the moment he had a mission.

Arthur is in his element. It's obvious with every step, every polite nod, every single motion. He feels oddly comfortable, slowly weaving through the crowd. He supposes it's not quite a normal thing, to feel at home while masquerading, but it reminds him of a job.

"Mr. Eames." He greets the other with a nod and a bit of a smile, handing the other a glass. "At least try to look like you're having an alright time."