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dominique (63!dom) → inception

[extraire]

[ She's in the kitchen, makin' some tea.

She should probably go sit down. Or. Something. ...>> ]

5. SORRY, DOM.

[pointwoman]

[And Arthur is hanging out, ostensibly watching My Little Ponies with Phillipa, but actually mostly just keeping an ear out for Dom.]

[extraire]

[ There's the clink clink of spoon against mug. And look, the sound of water into said mug. She's fine, okay? She's Supermom. Getting pistol-whipped ain't no thang.

Except that she maybe has to stop what she's doing and hang onto the counter for a moment. Because. Whoa. Room spinning. :c ]

[pointwoman]

[...

Her Arthur-sense is tingling. She's just going to sneak into the kitchen for a second.] Dom?

and watch as i handwave because i know nothing about concussions! /spirit fingers

[extraire]

[ A good thing, too, because Dom has turned white and although she's still standing, she does not look so great. That counter? Great support, by the way. ]

I'm fine, Arthur. I'm fine. [ Except she exhales that last bit and she looks decidedly nauseous, so maybe 'fine' is a little bit relative. ]

sleeping forever and ever and ever! oh and there's something about a headache, too.

[pointwoman]

Of course you are. [And Arthur is slipping her arms around Dom to steady her better.] Don't make me carry you.

my thoughts EXACTLY. :3

[extraire]

Don't, [ she says, but it makes that last exhale of hers turned into a huffed-out laugh (one that probably would have been a smile, had physics not decided to turn against her in a way she can't appreciate).

But she relinquishes the counter in favor of Arthur, because. Yes. Maybe that part is a little bit better. ] Don't carry me. My legs still work.

[pointwoman]

You need to go lie down for a while. I'll keep an eye on the kids.

4. FANCY MEETING YOU HERE.

[penrosing]

[ And this is Arthur. Now also in said kitchen. Because really, Dom. Really? He claims the kettle from her, refusing argument. ]

No. [ Is all he has to say about that. ]

SPARKLE MOTION TIME. <333

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Arthur. [ She tries to claim the kettle back, but having a broken wrist (and thus having a whole arm in a sling) makes it a little bit. Well. Difficult. ] I'm not an invalid. I can do this.

JAZZ HANDS REQUIRED <3

[penrosing]

And I can do it better, [ which, in all honesty, he can especially given how much easier it is for him to steady the kettle under the running tap. He does this one handed (maybe to show off a little while simultaneously proving his point -- hooray for multitasking). It's not until it's set on the burner that he turns to her again to say: ] I never said you were.

<3__<3 (sideways ice cream cones!!!)

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You don't need to-- [ But whatever she's about to say falls on deaf ears, because he goes about doing it anyway. One-handed. :c

But Dom is nothing if not persistent as hell, and so: ] You don't need to do this. I do have three working limbs left.

(your poor ocular sockets. BUT AT LEAST THEY ARE DELICIOUS)

[penrosing]

[ They've known one another long enough; he doesn't even bother dignifying her first comment with a response, his face says it all. Yes. Per self-dictated mandates, I really do. Somehow Arthur's expression manages to land somewhere between sympathetic and pedantic. ] You have three working limbs and two hyperactive children, which puts you at a deficit of at least two hands.

[ Neener neener. ] Which I have. Thankfully.

OMNOMNOM

[extraire]

[ She chews on her bottom lip, obviously reluctant but Arthur, for as long as she's known him (years and years) has never been wrong about her. Dom shifts her weight, body language relenting. ]

My children are not hyperactive, [ she says, because for some reason that seems like the most important thing to say -- even though just a couple days ago she had to watch James like a hawk so he wouldn't eat a slug. (And then he'd drawn a squiggle of some kind on her cast that was supposed to be a slug; there was something wonderfully symmetrical about it all.)

Still: ] Thank you. [ Because she's been meaning to be better with her thank yous, and there's no time like the present. ]

now i'm hungry for chocolate cake (idk idk)

[penrosing]

Enthusiastically imaginative, [ he offers instead and maybe there is something a little apologetic about it, despite the fact that 'hyperactive' had managed to come out a little fond (well, fond for Arthur -- which admittedly could get pretty damn fond if and when he allowed it).

Dom's 'thank you', however, catches him off guard and he blinks at her once like she's suddenly begun speaking in a different language (impressive, by Arthur's standards, since he knows so many). It takes him a moment to realize that, no, that's not some form of Cantonese he's not familiar with and it's only then that he looks back, his expression tentative around the edges. ] ...you're welcome. [ She's always welcome. Dom should know that. ]

YOU SHOULD EAT SOME. n__n

[extraire]

[ She smiles at him even though it's a little slow to form, obscured by Arthur's hesitance-- that it manages to catch him off-guard speaks volumes. It's in moments like these Dominique knows she's taken his loyalty (his friendship) for granted and wants to fix it, fix this, and is more than willing to take those first tentative steps in doing so.

It's a good thing Arthur's standing to her left and it's her right that's broken, because she shifts her weight to bump his shoulder lightly with hers. ] You should sign my cast. [ Her smile widens into a small grin and, at this point, her hair might as well be carefree-blue again. ]