[ Arthur throws Eames a dirty look and grabs hold of the laptop with one hand while lifting the other to flatten down his already unruly hair, which is lacking in product for a change. But it's nothing more than a passing annoyance.
He is well aware of what today is, and he even set the alarm to wake him in the early hours to bake a cake for the occasion to surprise Eames with later, but he feels the sudden urge to pretend as if he knows nothing. ] That depends. Is there something special about today that I don't know about? [ He turns his attention back to the laptop and finishes typing out an email, clicking on send after quickly reading it over. ] We do still need to go on a proper grocery run, though, so takeout would be better than scraping something up.
[ Leaning until he's got his head on Arthur's shoulder, voice going lazy and distracting. The radio is on somewhere in the apartment and music drifts through the rooms like cool air. He's content. He's trying not to think about how odd that is. ]
Ah. Reality is calling, mm? We can still go on that grocery run if you so wish, but I really did have my sights set on a lazy day using you as a pillow and watching movie marathons. Possibly of superheroes. I was going to throw in a blowjob somewhere too, if you were lucky.
[ Trying to hide the smile that's currently threatening to break free, Arthur logs out of the email and clicks the browser closed, shutting down one document after the other. He doesn't want to jump the gun by letting Eames know until he's certain, but he's almost sure he's close to finding them a loophole so that they can do this thing properly. But not yet. There's still a lot of research that needs doing, and putting their family in danger because of a hunch is not an plausible option.
No intention of returning to the laptop in the near future, he closes the entire system down and shuts the lid. ] The groceries can wait another day. You and I have an appointment with some superheroes. [ He turns, the smile now in full bloom, and plants a sloppy kiss directly to Eames' mouth. ] As a professional business man, taking the risk of passing up a blowjob is too great, Mr Eames, and I've never been one to endanger the team.
[ Brightening considerably, slouching down into the couch so that he can nudge his toe along the little coffee table in front of him. Eventually they're going to have to go out, buy furniture more resembling their tastes, gather the little objects that make a house a home. Until then he's very content to just let the place settle into his affections. ]
I knew you'd see it my way eventually, Arthur. You're a smart bloke, and free blowjobs are always a bonus.
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He is well aware of what today is, and he even set the alarm to wake him in the early hours to bake a cake for the occasion to surprise Eames with later, but he feels the sudden urge to pretend as if he knows nothing. ] That depends. Is there something special about today that I don't know about? [ He turns his attention back to the laptop and finishes typing out an email, clicking on send after quickly reading it over. ] We do still need to go on a proper grocery run, though, so takeout would be better than scraping something up.
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Ah. Reality is calling, mm? We can still go on that grocery run if you so wish, but I really did have my sights set on a lazy day using you as a pillow and watching movie marathons. Possibly of superheroes. I was going to throw in a blowjob somewhere too, if you were lucky.
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No intention of returning to the laptop in the near future, he closes the entire system down and shuts the lid. ] The groceries can wait another day. You and I have an appointment with some superheroes. [ He turns, the smile now in full bloom, and plants a sloppy kiss directly to Eames' mouth. ] As a professional business man, taking the risk of passing up a blowjob is too great, Mr Eames, and I've never been one to endanger the team.
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I knew you'd see it my way eventually, Arthur. You're a smart bloke, and free blowjobs are always a bonus.
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