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Arthur ([personal profile] specifiercity) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2017-06-24 09:51 pm
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here's some song lyrics / for eames

Arthur never invited Eames to Hillingdon to talk, even when it was strictly business, so he wonders what Eames must even think when he tells him that's what he wants to do. The fact is that the wall of research he's created is far too bulky to move home and it's central to the conversation. In the middle of the wall is a laminated map of London with faction lines and points of interest and notes written on it in his particularly elegant but messy scrawl. Around that is a mess of news articles and notes and information that might not even seem relevant at first glance, but Arthur has decided it belongs on the wall, so on the wall it goes. It helps him think, to lay it out like this, but so far it hasn't produced a whole lot of action on his part and that's why he's bringing in Eames.

His makeshift office is near the end of a hallway so he only has to pay off a couple hunters to stand watch and make sure no one listens in. Bounty hunters are particularly easy to motivate with money and he offers them enough to turn away anyone who tries to come that way but to let Eames walk through when he arrives. Until that point he stares at the wall and moves things around as if that'll help an outsider understand the "system" he has going here.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-07-12 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Eames hums lightly, a pleased sigh slipping out of him when he tilts his head up to kiss Arthur properly and wraps his arms around him. They probably can't stay at this for long, and he does wonder a little if there's something else Arthur wanted to talk about too.

He's giving that less thought than mentally rearranging the rest of the day to free up his night though.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-07-12 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, yeah. He's definitely clearing his evening for that. It's not like he couldn't live without Arthur fucking him over a desk, but he's hardly gonna pass up the chance once it's been presented.

Eames makes another pleased noise, lower this time, one that sits in his chest, and drops his hands to Arthur's ass. "I'll be over tonight then," he says. Presumptuous, maybe, but given the mood Arthur was in when he got here it also seems a fair assessment that he doesn't have any plans other than work.
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-07-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Eames doesn't move his hands at all, they're pretty happy on Arthur's butt. He even gives it a gentle squeeze at the mention of scotch as if to confirm it's a good idea.

"In the meantime..." he lifts his chin in a gesture to the board, "was there anything else you wanted to talk about? While I'm here, you know."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-07-16 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Eames shakes his head in response. If there was anything else, he's certainly not thinking about it anymore, and he pulls his hands around to rest on Arthur's hips with a sigh.

"I should let you get back to your work, in that case."
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[personal profile] falsify 2017-07-16 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure thing," and off he goes. All casual as he leaves Arthur's office to go get an entire afternoon and evening's worth of work done in a few hours.