Arthur's eyes fly open at the first knock on his door. He's always been a light sleeper, although his current job doesn't help much with that, and he takes the gun out from under his pillow and moves to the door almost on autopilot. Knocks on the door at 3am are usually very, very bad, and Arthur has no intention of going in unprepared.
Fortunately, this is one of the rare occasions when being rudely awakened very early in the morning doesn't mean that someone is trying to kill you. After checking the peephole, Arthur unlocks and opens the door with one hand, keeping the gun in the other.
Oh--oh God, Ariadne's sleep-deprived and smoke-addled brain says as her eyes widen, and while this could very easily be blamed on the fact that he is holding a gun, it has a whole lot more to do with him being in a rather insubstantial undershirt with ruffled hair.
Right about now, she is wishing that she had gone to bed instead of staying up late studying. This is awkward and embarrassing. She is not supposed to be ridiculously attracted to him when he has been awoken abruptly.
"Uhm. I called Eames," she says without much thought, blinking at him tiredly. Then, she coughs into her elbow, and returns to blinking at him.
Arthur sighs, opening the door a bit wider. Of course Eames told her where to find him. Frankly, he's stunned Ariadne came down to his place at this time of night; he doesn't live in the best neighborhood, and it really wasn't safe for anyone to walk alone at 3am around his apartment complex.
"Come in," he says, stepping out of the way and sticking the gun in the waistband of his pajama pants. "Did something happen?"
Swallowing and thinking that it is probably not a good idea to be entering his apartment with such thoughts in her brain, she walks past him, not paying the decor much mind.
She rakes a hand through her hair, her other hand on her hip, eyes trained on the floor.
"I burned my kitchen down. Well, not entirely. Well, almost entirely. It's, uh...the refrigerator still looks like a refrigerator, and the floor and walls are still functional, but other than that, it is dead. My landlord is going to mutilate me, financially and physically."
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Fortunately, this is one of the rare occasions when being rudely awakened very early in the morning doesn't mean that someone is trying to kill you. After checking the peephole, Arthur unlocks and opens the door with one hand, keeping the gun in the other.
"Ariadne? How did you find this place?"
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Right about now, she is wishing that she had gone to bed instead of staying up late studying. This is awkward and embarrassing. She is not supposed to be ridiculously attracted to him when he has been awoken abruptly.
"Uhm. I called Eames," she says without much thought, blinking at him tiredly. Then, she coughs into her elbow, and returns to blinking at him.
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"Come in," he says, stepping out of the way and sticking the gun in the waistband of his pajama pants. "Did something happen?"
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She rakes a hand through her hair, her other hand on her hip, eyes trained on the floor.
"I burned my kitchen down. Well, not entirely. Well, almost entirely. It's, uh...the refrigerator still looks like a refrigerator, and the floor and walls are still functional, but other than that, it is dead. My landlord is going to mutilate me, financially and physically."
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