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Eames ([info]legerdemainist) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2012-09-23 19:45:00

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Entry tags:ariadne, eames

Who: Eames and Ariadne
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?"



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[info]redscarves
2012-09-30 11:51 am UTC (link)
Ariadne was momentarily stunned, but the feeling didn't last long before the heart-pumping adrenaline kicked in at his twist take on things. The summer clothing, packing things, was forgotten as she followed to the main living quarters. She didn't follow him to the dumping grounds, though, nor did she follow him closely. The momentary stunning kept a gap. "Are you kidding me? I'm not playing some game with you, Eames."

"You don't get to be dismissive, then turn it around where I'm the one putting you out." Ariadne's voice was raised, her tone heated. She was rather emotionally stunned, both at what Eames had said and at the sound of herself as she responded. "Keep the supplies, I'll buy new."

And with that, she turned and grabbed a sweater from by the front door and walked out, the door shutting behind her as she went.

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