[ 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.

[a_red_die]

Ari smiles and leans her head back into his hand. "Then I'd love to see whatever you want to show me." She couldn't lie and say she wasn't a bit nervous, but she trusted him without a shadow of a doubt.

[triedinception]

Eames smirks and leans forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he moves away, shedding his clothes as he goes, leaving the garments piled on top of his jacket.

It's only when he's naked that he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. Interestingly, the fur seems to sprout from along his spine first, going over shoulders and arms before bones start cracking audiably. Eames has to grit his teeth and kneel down for this part, muscles and bone moving under his skin, claws sprouting and fingers retracting.

The whole process takes less than a minute, and there's a large, oversized wolf standing in the clearing, shaking his scruff out. Eames head comes up to Ariadne's midsection, but he merely lets his tongue loll out before he sets himself down flat, clearly inviting examining.

[a_red_die]

Ari forced herself to watch even as a blush climbed her neck and face at his state of dress. She found the process amazing, even fascinating. It was like trans-formative architecture. The building that is Eames's body shifting to another form and function. Perhaps she had no survival instincts or she was too much in shock, but she wasn't afraid at all to walk to him and kneel on the ground next to him.

"That's pretty awesome."

[triedinception]

Eames gave a little woof when she kneeled next to him, as if agreeing, tail thumping the ground. After a moment he turned his head and licked her cheek, seeming to almost smile cheekily at her.

[a_red_die]

Ariadne laughs and threads her hands into his fur wrapping her arms around his neck.

[triedinception]

He shifts to rest his head on her shoulder, making a low rumbling noise, contented.

After a little bit, though, he pulls away with a small whine, moving a short distance to his clothes before he shakes himself. The process in reverse is slower, fur retracting or just falling off, and Eames, when he's human shaped again, kneels on the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily.

[a_red_die]

Ariadne hesitates to touch him while he's still naked, but she does move close to him.

"Eames? Are you okay?"

[triedinception]

Eames shakes his head, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, then stopping and wiping dirt and debris off on his knee before he continues the motion.

"I'm fine, just a little out of sorts," he says gruffly, a miniature version of his sensitive after days when he shifts.

[a_red_die]

She turns and goes to grab his clothes once she's sure he's okay. "Is there anything I can do?"

[triedinception]

"Unless you want to stop smelling so delightful, not really," he points out wryly, taking the clothes when they're offered and pulling his pants and slacks on first.

[a_red_die]

Her lips twist and she rocks on her heels just waiting for him to be dressed and to lead her back out to the city. "I would stop smelling nice for you if I could."