Prompt Post No. 15
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"Woah." Arthur did not know what more to say. He had expected the inside of Eames' apartment to be... Messier somehow, like the mop of uncombed blonde hair that his eyes kept noticing. Instead he found his breath knocked away as his eyes were drawn in all different directions at once. Arthur felt as if he had walked into another world, one that was overflowing with color, beauty and life.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Eames whispered from behind him, too close to his neck for Arthur to hold back a shiver.
He felt, rather than saw Eames smile.
"This is amazing. D-did you, I mean - "
Eames chuckled. "Yep. All from yours truly." He headed for what looked like the kitchen, being very careful in the path he chose. With so many canvases covering the ground, the tables, the walls, Eames looked like he was walking through a maze.
"Don't just stand there. Come on in."
Arthur closed the door behind him, as he walked towards the table. He couldn't stop his eyes from being drawn by one painting after another. There were landscapes, still life and a single canvas that was hidden by a blue silk curtain. It was strange to say the least, since Eames seemed to have no problem with showing off the rest of the paintings, even unfinished ones. Before he could give in to the sudden itch of curiosity he had though, Eames was back. With tea.
To be honest, Arthur was a little disappointed. He had thought "having tea" was an invitation to something else. The smell of earl gray and Eames' hooded eyelids made Arthur want to stay a while longer regardless.
He should not have been so judgmental. Just because Eames' boyfriend was breaking up with him (something that the other man may very well not even be aware of) and Eames was absolutely gorgeous did not mean that Eames was a cheating bastard. Arthur could kind of understand the feeling Nash must have had when he put in the break-up request though. Eames was just too handsome to keep, especially so due to his naturally flirty nature. There was just too much potential for everything to go wrong.
"So..."
"Arthur." He supplied.
Eames looked content as he caught a whiff of the tea, "Ahhh, Arthur..." The way he said that made Arthur's knees go weak. "So, about those sneakers..."
Sixty minutes of tea-drinking-turned-sales-pitch-turned-random-discussions later, Arthur's cell phone rang. His ringtone "Je Ne Regrette Rien" stopped him from contributing one more argument in favor of why waffles were better than pancakes.
"I need to take this call." And just to wipe that unnerving grin that had not left Eames' face for even a second during their entire conversation, Arthur added, "Pancakes are flat."
He could hear Eames' giggles from the other side of the bathroom door.
His good mood disappeared as soon he heard Ariadne's urgent voice over the phone, "What are you doing, Arthur? We have deliveries to run and schedules to keep! You should've finished this job and checked in with me an hour ago!" Only Ariadne had enough guts to be so demanding with the man who wrote her paycheck. It was part of the reason why he had hired her.
"I'm on my way."
"Did you finish the job?" Another reason was that NOTHING escaped this girl.
Arthur patted his pocket where he had stuffed the letter. He may have broken rules today, but he still had a conscience. He didn't want to lie to his friend, "No, look - Ari, I can't do this one. I just -" He took a deep breath and combed his hair.
"Relax Arthur," Ariadne sounded like she understood the situation, but he had a feeling she had the wrong idea. "We all have cases that remind us too much of something or another. Really, it's understandable. If you aren't comfortable with it, I'll just arrange for another messenger."
"Okay. Okay." Arthur wasn't sure whether he was reassuring her or himself.
"Do you want me to call in some other people for overtime so you can take the rest of the day off?"
"I'm fine. I just need some air, Ari. Next couple of assignment will be finished at regular speed."
She sounded sad as she whispered, "You don't need to be perfect all the time, Arthur." And he flinched, because her family situation was even more complicated than his and he had no right to be remind her of such a thing.
"I know. Thank you."
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