Arthur goes to this horrible cafe every day, the one that's two blocks over from the ad agency and serves piss-poor coffee with service that makes him want to clock someone.
But, the route back takes him by the pet store that has a grooming station behind the single large window, and Arthur usually lingers right beside it. The guy who works there is usually covered in clumps of hair or wrestling with a dog who doesn't want to sit still; sometimes he meets Arthur's eyes through the window and smiles.
ARTHUR THINKS HE IS JUST THE GROOMER, BUT HE IS ALSO THE OWNER AND SHOWS UP TO THE AD AGENCY ONE DAY IN A CLEAN SUIT AND ARTHUR ALMOST DOESN'T RECOGNIZE HIM WITHOUT THE DOG HAIR
The black handkerchief wrapped over Arthur's nose and mouth soaks up most of the blood that's running down from his eyebrow. Eames finds himself strangely fixated on the way the fabric glistens -- probably a side effect of the adrenaline rush, to notice things like that.
"You ready?" he asks, and when Arthur nods, eyes bright even underneath the soot smeared over his face, Eames holds out the bottle, watching as Arthur flicks the lighter once, twice, before it catches with a brilliant burst of light.
"And here I keep thinking it's my soulful eyes and introspective depth that draws people in," Andrew jokes -- to Justin, of course, but Jesse snorts to himself as if the statement was directed toward him.
It's not that he finds it funny, per se; more like, it's so unfunny and at odds with Andrew's true sentiments, the steady undercurrent of uncertainty and his struggle to rein in his abilities -- the power of persuasion, one of the hardest to control -- that it somehow just becomes funny.
Jesse takes a bite of his sandwich when Justin says, "That weird kid is staring at you again," but all Andrew says is, "Nah, he's not so weird."
As Eames is leaving, Arthur catches him by the sleeve. "Eames," he says simply, a half-smile tugging at his lips, and his tone is such a strange mix of self-deprecating and hopeful that Eames finds himself wanting to smile back, wanting to reach out and rub his thumb along the shape of Arthur's mouth until it gives way.
"Arthur," he replies evenly, and they look at each other as if waiting to see who will blink first.
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But, the route back takes him by the pet store that has a grooming station behind the single large window, and Arthur usually lingers right beside it. The guy who works there is usually covered in clumps of hair or wrestling with a dog who doesn't want to sit still; sometimes he meets Arthur's eyes through the window and smiles.
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"You ready?" he asks, and when Arthur nods, eyes bright even underneath the soot smeared over his face, Eames holds out the bottle, watching as Arthur flicks the lighter once, twice, before it catches with a brilliant burst of light.
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TO GET AN ANY-FANDOM-YOU-WANT HARRY POTTER AU
OR SUPERPOWERS.
I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS ABOUT I WOULD JUST LIKE SOME MAGIC OR TELEPATHY OR SOMETHING
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UHHHHHH GENERATION KILL? OR THE SOCIAL NETWORK. WHICHEVER!!!
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"And here I keep thinking it's my soulful eyes and introspective depth that draws people in," Andrew jokes -- to Justin, of course, but Jesse snorts to himself as if the statement was directed toward him.
It's not that he finds it funny, per se; more like, it's so unfunny and at odds with Andrew's true sentiments, the steady undercurrent of uncertainty and his struggle to rein in his abilities -- the power of persuasion, one of the hardest to control -- that it somehow just becomes funny.
Jesse takes a bite of his sandwich when Justin says, "That weird kid is staring at you again," but all Andrew says is, "Nah, he's not so weird."
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"Arthur," he replies evenly, and they look at each other as if waiting to see who will blink first.
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Now how about one where he keeps coming ON Eames?
(I am terrible.)
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