[ howl at the moon 2?]

[triedinception]

Eames wasn't pacing nervously as he sat on the bench outside Ariadne's school; it didn't appear that he wanted to, either, to anyone who didn't know him. But the drum of his fingers on his knee, the reflexive glance of his eyes to the school front; impatient seeming to some was actually Eames working out nervous energy.

He hadn't shared his idea

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[a_red_die]

Ariadne pulled a hand through her hair and half listened to the conversation around her as she tried to decide how appropriate it would be for her to show up at Eames's apartment looking for him at this time of the day. It was good she didn't care too much about appropriateness. She smiled at the thought and waved abruptly to her friends saying goodbye as she cut away from them and their lunch plans. She headed out the gate wondering if she should try the warehouse before Eames's apartment when she spotted him across way on the bench. She smiled and waved jogging across the street to meet him.

"Eames! You didn't say you were coming to pick me up." She leans over the bench to drop a kiss on his cheek.

[triedinception]

"That would defeat the purpose of it being a surprise, pet," he told her, turning his head at the last moment to kiss her briefly on the lips with a little grin. He patted the bench next to him.

"I thought I might take you home for lunch, since I have something I want to talk to you about. Nothing terrible," he adds as an afterthought.

[a_red_die]

She grins back and sits down closely next to him, not noticing that some of her friends were stopped on the other side of the street watching. "Sounds great. I was headed your way anyway."

[triedinception]

Eames noted their presence very absently, uncaring. He slips a hand around hers; Eames was unsurprisingly tactile with Ariadne.

"Oh you were, were you? May I ask why?" He asks in a teasing tone, grin growing wider.