Prompt Post No. 13
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we can't push the mtg back. i'll go alone
Arthur shifted and pulled his phone out to read the message, but he didn't roll over as he said, "No, you can't go alone. Absolutely not."
ari then? she's scrappy
Arthur read the message but didn't immediately respond and Eames knew he'd won. Arthur had a soft spot a mild wide for Ariadne and wouldn't put her in danger if he could help it.
Eames sent another text: it'll be ok
Arthur still didn't respond. Eames yanked a pillow out from under the bedspread and threw it, hitting Arthur solidly in the head. Arthur whipped around his jaw set and his nostrils flaring.
"It will be okay," Eames said, and threw in arm up to block the pillow that came sailing back toward him.
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They met Ariadne at IHOP for breakfast, where Eames ordered his own body weight in blueberry pancakes and Arthur ordered something with the word 'multigrain' in the description. Ariadne had three orders of hash-browns and orange juice.
“Breakfast of champions,” she said, drowning the hash-browns in ketchup.
“Champions of what?” Eames couldn't keep from asking.
"Call Whitty; let him know that there's been a small hitch and that we have the stuff but we'll have to postpone the drop-off," Arthur said, tearing open three of the little single-package creamers and dumping them in his coffee.
"No, we're much better off sticking with the original plan. We don't want him getting jumpy by changing things. He doesn't cope well with change."
"Yeah," Ariadne said, waving her fork at Eames. "He's right."
"Why is everyone always so surprised when that happens?" Eames asked, irritated.
Ariadne ignored him. "You don't have to go, Arthur, if you aren't comfortable with it. Eames and I can handle it, no problem, but we can't afford piss Whitty off."
She said it with the same finality Cobb had always used, and Eames wondered just exactly when it was that she'd become leader -- or when they'd become an actual group and not just a bunch of freelancers. He hadn't worked a job without them in a year and a half.
Eames got his phone out and sent a text:
we can't push the mtg back. i'll go alone
Arthur shifted and pulled his phone out to read the message, but he didn't roll over as he said, "No, you can't go alone. Absolutely not."
ari then? she's scrappy
Arthur read the message but didn't immediately respond and Eames knew he'd won. Arthur had a soft spot a mild wide for Ariadne and wouldn't put her in danger if he could help it.
Eames sent another text: it'll be ok
Arthur still didn't respond. Eames yanked a pillow out from under the bedspread and threw it, hitting Arthur solidly in the head. Arthur whipped around his jaw set and his nostrils flaring.
"It will be okay," Eames said, and threw in arm up to block the pillow that came sailing back toward him.
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They met Ariadne at IHOP for breakfast, where Eames ordered his own body weight in blueberry pancakes and Arthur ordered something with the word 'multigrain' in the description. Ariadne had three orders of hash-browns and orange juice.
“Breakfast of champions,” she said, drowning the hash-browns in ketchup.
“Champions of what?” Eames couldn't keep from asking.
"Call Whitty; let him know that there's been a small hitch and that we have the stuff but we'll have to postpone the drop-off," Arthur said, tearing open three of the little single-package creamers and dumping them in his coffee.
"No, we're much better off sticking with the original plan. We don't want him getting jumpy by changing things. He doesn't cope well with change."
"Yeah," Ariadne said, waving her fork at Eames. "He's right."
"Why is everyone always so surprised when that happens?" Eames asked, irritated.
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