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. ]

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[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.