[ The last time they were this close, it was a matter of life and death - chiefly, avoiding the latter while eavesdropping on a bunch of fiends'. It wasn't enjoyable, not even in that guilty way Arcade sometimes enjoys these moments of unintended proximity between them - or used to, anyway. Knowing Len's reputation, he's made concerted efforts not to let himself linger on the courier's more charming aspects. But this isn't then, and it isn't reality, either. And the lines are always a little fuzzier in dreams, aren't they?
Arcade doesn't mask the twist of his lips into a lopsided, answering smirk. Nor does he prevent himself manfully from mirroring Len's not brief enough glance downward to study his mouth. ]
Ha ha. [ There's more genuine amusement bleeding into his deadpan sarcasm than there should be, but being convincing obviously isn't his highest priority, as he drops his hand from the rifle, shifting closer. ] No, keep it up. You're hilarious.
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Arcade doesn't mask the twist of his lips into a lopsided, answering smirk. Nor does he prevent himself manfully from mirroring Len's not brief enough glance downward to study his mouth. ]
Ha ha. [ There's more genuine amusement bleeding into his deadpan sarcasm than there should be, but being convincing obviously isn't his highest priority, as he drops his hand from the rifle, shifting closer. ] No, keep it up. You're hilarious.