arthur and eames (pre-canon);

[idlethings]

[ The weather is hot and clinging like its decided that it doesn't care that the sun has set hours ago and that, traditionally, this is the period in the day when the heat breaks. The sad creaky fan on the ceiling spins around and around, wobbling on its axis and doing its best to shift the air around. Usually Eames likes weather like this but tonight, it's just an extra tick in the Not Going to Sleep Tonight column.

Eames stretches on the couch. His feet overhanging the edge. One arm is flung over his eyes. ]

Tomorrow, we need to import ourselves some sheep.