[ After about twenty minutes of milling around inside the venue, saying hi to the people he knows and scoping out the general feel of the place (if its dull Yusuf doesn't want to be there, and if it's too packed with teachers/event staff Eames should really ditch his "stuff"), Yusuf wanders back to the entrance, where Arthur had skillfully detached himself from the group. For a guy who doesn't have any outward interest in photography, he's got a really nice camera- or, its got a big lens and a strap and you can't turn it around to take a picture of yourself, so Yusuf assumes its legit.
When he finds Arthur literally perched on a bench, shooting a couple who aren't paying him any attention, Yusuf slides up to him and asks, ]
So, uh, is this like a repressed Batman thing or...?
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When he finds Arthur literally perched on a bench, shooting a couple who aren't paying him any attention, Yusuf slides up to him and asks, ]
So, uh, is this like a repressed Batman thing or...?