But I ain't no madman.

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[Sure. He says. Then again, here's a guy who feels that it's appropriate to talk about in the thereafter time. Ballsy. Or no business. It's a toss up in Larry's eyes. Being a dealer at the tables he can see a gambler quality.

Is that Arthur's song too? Difficult to picture. It always feels like he's exuding a more professional, polished air. So much smoke screen to try and get on through. Another tell of a man who does something. And it's not just a well dressed man and his friend and associate a well dressed if not burly English man. What prevents him from prodding is that two way road. A question for a question. And admission for another.]

Good to hear, man. Heh.

[Larry shakes his head and laughs. Another puff as he scratches his chin. There have been many curses that they've gone through. Quite a few of them have been pretty fucking personal. Which ones to spill?]

See though, only sane people worry about being crazy or going crazy. Real crazy people are so much denial, it don't even cross their minds.

[dropkick]

[ No mountains out of molehills that he can help, Arthur prefers at least, and while there are a few areas he's never gotten much exercise in, employing only what's necessary isn't one of them. He takes White's first response for mostly face value and inclines his head with what must be an amicable nod because it's not anything else. The laughter and the considering pause catch his attention easily enough, a more conversational topic than about the vampire thing, a line Arthur never thought he'd use in any variation even in a dream and he's more bemused than shocked about it.

Sitting up as he is, he glances at his watch to make sure he's still good for time, but even as he checks it, he speaks as well. ] Yeah. [ Looking across at White, he thinks about the matter of Orange but it had some strange note of 'already settled' not completely defined by Eames' jaw decoration. After all, White took it up with Eames, so maybe that was his concern, or maybe he thinks Eames wouldn't tell Arthur. He's not sure either way but it's interesting that White cares so much about the undisclosed nature of Orange's profession.

Insofar as Arthur can tell, it's not indicative of something integral to the dream, no hinging point, so he doesn't really care and he figures Eames feels much the same. Absently he lifts a hand to the back of his own neck, rubs as his eyes flick to the ceiling then back to level again. ] That's true, [ he agrees and it's quieter than he means it to be. Mal never believed she was crazy. She thought everyone else was.

No that's not right. Mal thought Dom was crazy.

The rest of them simply weren't even real.

Blinking, he stands, smoothing down his jacket though there's nothing there to smooth, clearing his throat. ] Guess we're in the clear then. For now. [ As far as craziness. Everything else seems easy enough to bypass or let go - October, Orange's cop status and White's active defense. ]

[whitetwoguns]

[He's fallen down the side of too many molehills in his time. Calm, quiet acceptance doesn't mean that he truly believes anything is solved or buried. But it does make him feel like less of a dirty bag for the moment.

Larry's cigarette is about out. He puffs on it for all that he's worth still regarding the other man with with mellow brown eyes. Something about how he takes this information. It is bullshit philosophy. Every person here is full of it. Something means something but then it means nothing or there's something wrong with your childhood.

Oops. What if Mr. Argyle knows someone who is crazy. Could that be it? Larry did not consider that. He wets his lips.]

Just a thought. I mean, who really does know one way or the other. Though I gotta say if you think you're crazy then I'm a fucking head case.

[A little depreciating humor never did any wrong. And if Mr. White should owe it to anyone outside of Freddy, it'd be the man he took a chomp out of.]

Good. I'm glad. Hope it stays that way.

[Because another run in with Eames---maybe next time with good reason and bullets not fangs---or even Arthur who could be deadly in his own way, they're better as friends. Whatever they may be.]

If anything because Christmas is comin'.

[More joking. But really though...]

[dropkick]

[ This time the laugh is more genuine, a full bodied sound that seems to escape him with an undertone of appreciation for the humor and acknowledgment of the consciousness of the reply. Something that had coiled unpleasantly at Mal's sickness - the memory of it rather - unwinds and smooths back down further beneath the surface. While his laughter supplies his response for headcases, his smile shifts slightly as if to say me too, brows lifting in the sort of way that suggests he won't be holding his breath about it, but the preference to maintain sanity is a common thread he thinks most 'people' can attest to. Or at least not wanting to be perceived as such.

Mention of Christmas has Arthur turning more toward White, peering down at him, trying to figure how much of that is a joke and how much is actual interest/investment in the holiday. Certainly if they 'celebrate' Halloween and so on they'll celebrate Christmas in some way, probably, and he wonders if it's worth worrying about (knowing he'll file it under some kind of worry anyway.) His hands slip into his pockets. ]

Right, Thanksgiving first though. For some of us.

[ Not only are there plenty people who aren't Americans here but there are people who aren't technically 'people'. Anyway, he's pretty sure they won't be stuffing turkeys. Neither will Arthur of course. He's not really fit for the kitchen unless it's coffee one's after. ]