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Arthur ([personal profile] onthepoint) wrote in [community profile] keepcruising2015-05-23 05:43 pm

Eames and puppies

[ 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. ]
dream_bigger_darling: (Little Smile)

you can't resist eames and puppies. world's strongest combo

[personal profile] dream_bigger_darling 2015-05-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sometimes it paid to have friends in low places, the kind who got wind of information and would gladly sell it to you for the right price. But at least you knew said friends had good info, otherwise they would be dead. Bad product didn't last long in their world.

Small spaces, though, left little room for being alone, or for breathing air not scented with your companion. While he enjoyed Arthur's shampoo and cologne (his expensive tastes did have an upside, if one had to be trapped with him), practically living atop the other man was not a way to live life twenty-four seven. For the sake of both their sanities and potentially the state of the safe house, he headed out for supplies and to put his ear to the ground and see if the dogs at their heels had been called back to their masters.

That he came back with one did not strike him as an irony. The little creature was dark grey with two white socks on its front feet, a wiry tail whipping back and forth while it played with a tennis ball. Eames glanced back at Arthur, taking up his tea. ]


Not for tonight, I'm afraid. He needs a little fattening up.