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elegantinmind. Futility!Verse.]
[It took a lot of persuading and quite a bit of bribery, but Eames somehow manages to work it out. It's no secret that Arthur's a fan of old fashioned things, quirky chic and classic iconography. Eames barely knew him when he managed to figure that out. And it's on this that Eames had special ordered their new sofa. It's french, gilt but soft looking and fits snugly in their tiny flat.
He does have to pay off the delivery boys to help him bring it up, smiling cheerily at the woman who lives beneath them as he passes. It takes a while to make sure it's sitting properly and the place is tidy. But eventually Eames is happy. Sherlock sits at his feet as he lounges, panting in excitement at the days frivolities.
When they hear the lock in the door, Sherlock stands and scampers towards the entrace to greet Arthur, and Eames just can't help the smile spreading across his face. Utterly pleased at the way his family is turning out now.]