Eames and puppies

[onthepoint]

[ They were holed up in their shared safehouse, for once not because either of them was a victim of a manhunt but because they'd actually gotten warning that they should both lay low for a few weeks while something blew over. The place was small and not really intended for the both of them to be there at the same time, but it wasn't entirely uncomfortable. They'd shared tighter spaces in a pinch and Arthur found that he didn't mind Eames being in his space as much as he'd expected.

He was in the kitchen making himself some tea when he heard the door slam and without asking, he pulled down a second mug and prepared another cup for Eames before he walked out into the living room, leaving the tea to steep.

That was when he saw it. ]

That's what you got for dinner?

[ He gestured to the puppy. ]

Comments

[dream_bigger_darling]

I don't think there's room for him and me on the couch. He might kick me off in the middle of the night.

_{[ Just facts, Arthur. The couch was only so wide and Eames as a big man. He continued to watch the pair, Roger making puppy sounds of delight, paws kicking at the air. ]}

[onthepoint]

And I'm sure that will suck for you.

[ With a low chuckle, Arthur pat Roger's head and straightened up again to figure out dinner for all three of them. What did you feed a dog when you barely had suitable food for yourself? ]

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ Eames pushed off the couch and came over to pick up the puppy, rubbing his big hand along the small, warm back. ]}

It really would. My hips are not made to rest against hard objects for long. I think I'll go wash Roger before dinner. You need to start the manners early.

_{[ He patted the little fat ball in his arms, turning to make for the bathroom since Arthur had the kitchen sink. ]}

[onthepoint]

[ Arthur laughed, just barely stopping himself from making one of a half dozen obvious sexual jokes. ]

Should be ready as soon as I figure out what we're eating.

[ He was already rifling through the fridge to see what he could scrounge together. ]

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ He had said it that way on purpose, of course, and he just smiled to himself as he went to the bathroom to fill the sink and bathe their new charge. It turned out to be quite the ordeal, as Roger was not inclined to sit quietly for bath time.}

Eames came out some time later, in a new shirt and his sweat pants, Roger at least looking happy and smelling like apples (along with Eames, but he wasn't going to admit that). ]

So, do we have a meal or should I be looking up the take out menu for Liu's Garden across the way?

[onthepoint]

I think we're going to want take out for us, but I made Roger something with my leftovers from yesterday.

[ He'd had a little bit of meat left, not enough for a meal, but enough for a little dog. There was an old plastic bowl on the counter and when he caught site of the dog, he moved it to the floor and grabbed another bowl for water. ]

He's eating better than either of us tonight.

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ Eames shook his head and dropped Roger in front of the bowl. The puppy looked at the two plastic bowls curiously before moving in to gnaw on the plastic. ]}

He'll get it eventually. And I'm sure we have a menu for Liu's in one of the drawers... Do you think we could simply write it on a piece of paper and sail it over like an aeroplane?

[onthepoint]

[ Arthur's face softened as he watched Roger chew the bowl. How could that not melt anyone's heart a little? ]

You can get it since you brought home a dog.

[ He gave Eames a wry look, hoping that that would actually fly. ]

[dream_bigger_darling]

If I come back and Roger isn't here...

_{[ He warned as he took out the menu and laid it out on the table, pulling out his cellphone to make notes of their order. So yes, it seemed it was going to fly, for the moment. ]}

[onthepoint]

I really hope you're not implying that I'm going to do anything to hurt a puppy.

[ Arthur crossed his arm, looking more than a little offended. ]

[dream_bigger_darling]

I wasn't implying anything. I was merely giving friendly advice.

Now, what do you want? Otherwise I'm ordering for you.

_{[ And you wouldn't want that Arthur. ]}

[onthepoint]

[ Arthur leaned over Eames' shoulder to read the menu and did his level best not to notice that Eames still smelled good, even after a day of wandering in the rain and bringing home stray dogs. ]

Dinner combo B.

[ If he lingered longer than might have been normal, he didn't say anything about it before he stepped away and turned back to watch Roger finally nibble at the food. ]

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ He didn't miss the near weight of the other against his shoulder and his back, kept the shiver down and was proud of himself for that. Another foray into the rain, and he hardly looked forward to it, not with Arthur right there, warm and close.}

He made a note of the order and straightened, running a hand through his hair. ]

You'd better appreciate this meal I'm about to fetch. Maybe Roger will have a playmate when I come back...

[onthepoint]

No more dogs.

[ It was a sharp, quick answer, but the bite was probably drowned in how he was smiling down at the hungry little puppy. ]

Or anything else. Just food.

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ He chuckled, seeing the fall of Arthur's expression and rather pleased with himself. ]}

We'll see what the rain washes in.

_{[ And with those parting, perhaps warning, words he headed out of their loft to face the rain and the dubious nutritional content of a Chinese meal. ]}

[onthepoint]

[ Arthur rolled his eyes and settled on the floor with Roger.

By the time he heard Eames pushing the door open again, he was still sitting on the kitchen floor, dress pants rumbled with Roger climbing around on his lap and stomach. The bowl Arthur had left for him was long empty, but he was still full of puppy energy. ]

We're in here.

[dream_bigger_darling]

_{[ Rain and more rain. He had practically been soaked on the way over, and no less on the way back. Through the miracle of... well, chaos theory probably the bag with their food remained mostly dry save for the food grease that muddied the bottom. But that was the mark of good Chinese food. He shook himself off at the door before coming around to walk into the kitchen, smiling softly when he took in the image laid out in front of him. ]}

Well, look at you two - all cozy. And here I am getting soaked to the bone.

_{[ He waggled the bag before heading past them to set it on the counter and pull down plates. ]}

[onthepoint]

[ Arthur watched him, amusement clear on his face. ]

I had the very important job of keeping Roger warm and entertained. I think I did a great job, don't you?

[ He ducked his head as he asked the dog, but Roger was already leaving him for greener pastures that smelled more like food, jumping excitedly around Eames's ankles. ]

I see how it is.

[dream_bigger_darling]

Well, he's still here and not in a pot on the stove, so yes. Excellent job.

_{[ He chuckled, bending down to pick up Roger, setting him on the counter. The puppy nosed at the bags, whining. ]}

A child's belly - never full.

[onthepoint]

Well I'm sure that smells better than what he just had, too.

[ With a smile, Arthur pushed himself up and followed Eames to get plates and utensils out. ]

He's a sweet dog. I guess I can see why you brought him home.