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Tweak says, "let me do the thinkin'"

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-02-05 09:39:00

Entry tags:

eames, regulus black

Who: Regulus and Eames
What: Mario Kart and a little issue about Trust that needs to be resolved, will it or won't it?
When: This afternoon
Where: Reg's flat he shares with Merlin
Rating/Warnings: Low for now, will update if needs be
Status: in progress, closed

It was mid-day, the sun was gloriously pronouncing its presence through the slitted window shade, and Regulus still had yet to bathe or change out of his pajamas. If he had somewhere to go, people to see, things to do he would have made an effort at sartorial decency. As it was only Saturday and the greatest item on his To Do list was to beat that bloody infuriated Bowser, something best accomplished from the most comfortable position a human body could obtain, Regulus saw absolutely no need to don a clean outfit.

Even when someone started knocking at the door Regulus was undeterred in his slovenly situation. He even ignored it for a moment as no one had texted or called to say they were coming over for a visit, and he reasoned it must be for Merlin. And if that bloke on the other side of the door didn't have the foresight to call ahead to find out where Merlin was this afternoon, Regulus wasn't about to inform them of their idiocy.

But that person kept knocking, and because the volume increased with each round of raps and it was starting to become annoying he paused his game and got up to tell who every it was to come back another time. He almost grumbled under his breath with each slumped, heavy footfall, the kind only petulant child utilized when they wanted to express just how put out they were.

He pulled the door open with an exasperated jerk of his arm and the sarcastic remark froze on his tongue. His brow furrowed and he shifted his eyes to peer around Eames, uncertain what the older man calling on him meant. Clearly he must have tucked behind him a smallish woman who looked eerily like that girl Regulus was falling for more each day - though he wouldn't admit that to anyone right now. Ariadne was not in the hall behind Eames.

"Uh," he paused finally looking the man in the eye. "Good afternoon...?" He didn't know if it should be a question or a welcoming gesture.

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arrogant_black
2011-02-19 05:52 pm UTC (link)

Regulus thought the academic answer over in his mind. It made sense actually. "Well, have you ever had finely aged cheese?" Because that kind of thing stayed with you, and persisted in memory, good cheese.

Eames didn't comment about the shut book, there was a pause, it was most definitely noted, but the older man didn't try to question. And that sat well with Regulus, as kind as Eames was to him it was the truth he didn't trust him to discuss that part of him. But that didn't have to be explained because Eames didn't press for an explanation. Regulus was grateful for that and didn't waste any time taking advantage of the change in subject.

"Hardly, no," he said with a snort, he could barely draw a stick figure. "My artistic talents, if one could call it that, tend towards music, not the visual." He paid attention as Eames flipped through the sketch pad. His friend was good, though Regulus' limited artistic experience didn't lend much weight to his opinion.

"What do you plan to draw?"

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