Eames (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} legerdemainist) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2012-09-23 19:45:00 |
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What: Ariadne is packing. Eames is a moody bugger
When: Saturday Sept 22nd, 2012
Where: Their rooms
Rating/Warnings: Eames is a moody bugger. Here be swears.
Status: Closed / Incomplete
Eames was in a shit mood. He'd been in a shit mood since his birthday, to be honest, because the notion of being 35 was really kind of annoying. He was unusually sharp with the customers at work, he grumbled when Jack did his usual thing and wandered off on their walks, he bitched at Danny and he was quiet around everyone else. Danny ignored him as only a teenager could do, Jack brought him stones and odd little things he found on his wanderings and he didn't really give a fuck about the customers.
He'd somehow got lucky and landed a Saturday off, and so far, he'd spent most of the morning slumped on the couch, drinking tea and heckling cookery shows yet again. Arthur was at the shooting range, Danny was God-alone-knew-where and Ariadne...
Ariadne was packing. Packing more boxes.
Shit.
Eames unpeeled himself from the couch and went over to Ariadne's door, knocking on it a couple of times before sticking his head in. "Do you want a drink, sweetheart? Or, uh, do you want a hand?"