Prompt 06. Lovers
Yusuf was confused when he arrived, needing some refining in the specifications they wanted in the newest batch of drugs. Distracted with the problem of his cat at home getting a nasty tick attached to it and a series of vet visits the animal required before it'd be healthy again, he doesn't immediately pick up the new strangeness among the trio of the pointman, forger and architect.
Of course, it takes him nearly an hour with Arthur explaining exactly what they needed, and generally catching up, before he realizes that he hasn't yet seen the other two. When, by all rights they should've been there working on their models and...forgey things...
Okay, so Yusuf isn't quite sure how Eames prepares himself again, but he's been distracted.
When they come out of the backroom, through the closed door he hadn't even noticed until then, the two of them are decidedly rumpled. Nothing's done up incorrectly, but there's a general sense of rumple about them. Particularly their hair, Ariadne's absently finger-combing hers while Eames just rubs a hand over his and doesn't bother further than that.
His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he catches bits and pieces of what they're saying between the two of them before they come up.
"I'm not sure my hips will ever recover."
"I told you, darling, that you'd be feeling that position for a good day. But you insisted."
"Well, if you weren't so large that I can't ever seem to get comfortable unless I'm on top..."
Arthur looks over at the chemist when his question goes unanswered, takes one look at the man's face, looks at the duo who are approaching and realizes just what Yusuf is likely concluding.
Yusuf is doubly confused when Arthur starts laughing, nearly falling back over in his chair with his chuckles.
Of course, it takes him nearly an hour with Arthur explaining exactly what they needed, and generally catching up, before he realizes that he hasn't yet seen the other two. When, by all rights they should've been there working on their models and...forgey things...
Okay, so Yusuf isn't quite sure how Eames prepares himself again, but he's been distracted.
When they come out of the backroom, through the closed door he hadn't even noticed until then, the two of them are decidedly rumpled. Nothing's done up incorrectly, but there's a general sense of rumple about them. Particularly their hair, Ariadne's absently finger-combing hers while Eames just rubs a hand over his and doesn't bother further than that.
His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he catches bits and pieces of what they're saying between the two of them before they come up.
"I'm not sure my hips will ever recover."
"I told you, darling, that you'd be feeling that position for a good day. But you insisted."
"Well, if you weren't so large that I can't ever seem to get comfortable unless I'm on top..."
Arthur looks over at the chemist when his question goes unanswered, takes one look at the man's face, looks at the duo who are approaching and realizes just what Yusuf is likely concluding.
Yusuf is doubly confused when Arthur starts laughing, nearly falling back over in his chair with his chuckles.