I...there are no words.
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But this is for futureperfect since she asked so nicely.
A follow-up to the previous comment!fic post, here
KITTY
"I can explain...." Eames says, hands up in the air.
Never mind that those same hands now look exactly like - exactly are - the paws of a cat. Complete with digital pads on his palms.
Ariadne walks over to where he's leaning against his desk, carefully takes his left hand in both of hers, presses on the pad for his first finger.
"Claw!" And she giggles. "Eames is a kitty!"
Eames has to smile. "...You have a cat, don't you." It's not even a question any more.
"Three of them at home with my mom, and there's one who likes to hang around my apartment in Paris. I think he belongs to the landlord. He likes me, anyway - the cat, not the landlord."
Eames looks ruefully down at his hands, up at Ariadne's laugh.
"You have cat ears," Yusuf says suddenly, coming up behind them, hand already outstretched to scratch. "Nice kitty."
Eames gives him a few seconds and then both flicks his left ear and turns away for good measure. "Go talk to your own cat or something, Yusuf, she might get jealous."
"Aisha will never be jealous," Yusuf calls back, laughing as he disappears into his lab.
Cobb squints at him for a moment, then grins and takes a picture with his camera phone.
Eames would have protested, but when Cobb says, "Philippa and James," he grumpily subsides.
Eames spends the day standing up or leaning on something, and when they all plug into the PASIV for a test run he lies down on his stomach.
It is Arthur who figures out why.
Eames is only thankful that he waited until the end of the day, when the two of them are the only ones left in their warehouse du jour.
"You have ... a tail."
"For now," Eames sighs unhappily. He's flopped down onto one of the recliners around the PASIV again, resting. Standing all day has taken a toll on his legs.
Arthur carefully runs his fingers up and down the length of the tail, watches as it twitches against his hands, finally lets it go.
Eames tucks the tail into a neat curl on his back and closes his eyes.
The last thing he thinks he hears is Arthur singing, in a very quiet voice.
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr
But this is for futureperfect since she asked so nicely.
A follow-up to the previous comment!fic post, here
KITTY
"I can explain...." Eames says, hands up in the air.
Never mind that those same hands now look exactly like - exactly are - the paws of a cat. Complete with digital pads on his palms.
Ariadne walks over to where he's leaning against his desk, carefully takes his left hand in both of hers, presses on the pad for his first finger.
"Claw!" And she giggles. "Eames is a kitty!"
Eames has to smile. "...You have a cat, don't you." It's not even a question any more.
"Three of them at home with my mom, and there's one who likes to hang around my apartment in Paris. I think he belongs to the landlord. He likes me, anyway - the cat, not the landlord."
Eames looks ruefully down at his hands, up at Ariadne's laugh.
"You have cat ears," Yusuf says suddenly, coming up behind them, hand already outstretched to scratch. "Nice kitty."
Eames gives him a few seconds and then both flicks his left ear and turns away for good measure. "Go talk to your own cat or something, Yusuf, she might get jealous."
"Aisha will never be jealous," Yusuf calls back, laughing as he disappears into his lab.
Cobb squints at him for a moment, then grins and takes a picture with his camera phone.
Eames would have protested, but when Cobb says, "Philippa and James," he grumpily subsides.
Eames spends the day standing up or leaning on something, and when they all plug into the PASIV for a test run he lies down on his stomach.
It is Arthur who figures out why.
Eames is only thankful that he waited until the end of the day, when the two of them are the only ones left in their warehouse du jour.
"You have ... a tail."
"For now," Eames sighs unhappily. He's flopped down onto one of the recliners around the PASIV again, resting. Standing all day has taken a toll on his legs.
Arthur carefully runs his fingers up and down the length of the tail, watches as it twitches against his hands, finally lets it go.
Eames tucks the tail into a neat curl on his back and closes his eyes.
The last thing he thinks he hears is Arthur singing, in a very quiet voice.
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr