Eames threw the door open and barged into Arthur’s room. Arthur was asleep, his blinds closed tightly and the covers pulled over his head. His arm was hanging off the side of the bed and his foot was peeking out from under the covers. Eames smirked and walked up to the bed, sitting on the edge.
“Arthur, this is no way to spend a lovely day. Come on
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Well, that was quite the day at the mall. I've never had such an exciting time in one. LOL
You packed a lot within this fic: some humor, some cute, some background, some danger, and all with a happy ending.
Nicely done!
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