Fill~! Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match [1/?]
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August 15 2010, 18:34:09 UTC
Back and forth, back and forth. Arthur couldn't stop pacing in the warehouse, brow furrowed in thought. Sure, he'd asked girls out in the past before, but this? This was quite different. It was Ariadne.
"My, you're looking a bit flustered," cut a voice in the silence. Arthur wouldn't admit it made him jump, but he did swiftly turn to look at the owner of said voice.
"Eames."
A small, knowing chuckle came from Eames as he waltzed on over, dragging a chair along with him. He turned it in front of him, seating himself with his chest pressing against the back. "Now what's got our lovely Arthur all concerned over?"
Arthur just shook his head, waving his hand. Yes, he was trying to brush Eames off right now. With that gesture, Eames automatically assumed, "Ah, it's about Ariadne, is it?"
A sharp look fixed on Eames. "Well, one of my suggestion is go to her place and show her your goods. You know, show her what you've got to offer."
At that moment, Arthur could have smacked that shit-eating grin off of Eames' face. That idea was just... disturbing. Sadly, Arthur could imagine Eames doing that to some unsuspecting soul. Wait, hadn't he- no. Now was not the time to think about it. Back to the conversation at hand. "Excuse me? You're telling me to flash her?"
"Not to your tastes, then? Mm, well, you could always write her poetry," Eames continued on. That wasn't a half bad idea, but Arthur knew there had to be a catch. "Bonus points if you worked in how great her clothes looked crumpled on the ground." Yep. There is was.
"This conversation was over before it started," Arthur sighed, exiting the warehouse. Later, he'd go back to the drawing board and think hard again. Preferably when Eames was not around.
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Be back shortly to resume this! Just need me some food.
"My, you're looking a bit flustered," cut a voice in the silence. Arthur wouldn't admit it made him jump, but he did swiftly turn to look at the owner of said voice.
"Eames."
A small, knowing chuckle came from Eames as he waltzed on over, dragging a chair along with him. He turned it in front of him, seating himself with his chest pressing against the back. "Now what's got our lovely Arthur all concerned over?"
Arthur just shook his head, waving his hand. Yes, he was trying to brush Eames off right now. With that gesture, Eames automatically assumed, "Ah, it's about Ariadne, is it?"
A sharp look fixed on Eames. "Well, one of my suggestion is go to her place and show her your goods. You know, show her what you've got to offer."
At that moment, Arthur could have smacked that shit-eating grin off of Eames' face. That idea was just... disturbing. Sadly, Arthur could imagine Eames doing that to some unsuspecting soul. Wait, hadn't he- no. Now was not the time to think about it. Back to the conversation at hand. "Excuse me? You're telling me to flash her?"
"Not to your tastes, then? Mm, well, you could always write her poetry," Eames continued on. That wasn't a half bad idea, but Arthur knew there had to be a catch. "Bonus points if you worked in how great her clothes looked crumpled on the ground." Yep. There is was.
"This conversation was over before it started," Arthur sighed, exiting the warehouse. Later, he'd go back to the drawing board and think hard again. Preferably when Eames was not around.
~~~~
Be back shortly to resume this! Just need me some food.
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