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    “This isn’t a hotel.” Eames tried to sit up and gave up before even getting his head off the pillows; he pouted, as though that were a thing for grown men to do, and Arthur merely watched as he then braced his right arm—the one that wasn’t black and blue from wrist to bicep and in a splint on top of that—on the bed and hauled himself into a very slightly more upright position slowly, grimacing as he did.

    “No, it’s not a hotel,” Arthur said at last, holding out the mug. Eames took it, looked into it, and frowned deeply at it before dumping the small cocktail of pills it held straight into his mouth. Arthur took the mug back to pour some of the actual tea. “What the hell makes you think I’d take you to an AirBnB?”

    “Well, I seem to have awoken in a very twee cabin.”

    “Fuck you,” Arthur said, and he set the mug and the pot down a little roughly on the table at the head of the bed and went off to see if the cold snap had hung around long enough for the front steps to need salting.

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    07 Dec 2019

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    "What are you doing with that?" Arthur asked, resisting the urge to slap Eames's hands away from the briefcase like a child with a favored toy. Eames was close enough that all he'd have to do would be to reach out a hand.

    "We're going to do some training exercises," Eames said in a cheerful tone that filed away at Arthur's teeth. As far as Arthur was concerned, there was a very short list of things to be cheerful about, and “training exercises” weren't on it.

    Eames might be an asshole, but the fact that they can't get out of Canada is all Arthur's fault.

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    07 Dec 2019

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    “Cobb is straight, isn’t he?”

    Arthur snapped his pencil, the sound particularly loud in the quiet of Cobb’s somewhat ostentatious rental BMW that Eames did not personally think was ideal for surveillance. “What?” he asked far too quickly and irritably as he dug in the side pocket of the bag on the floor under his legs for his little manual pencil sharpener. Eames wasn’t sure when Arthur had started using pencils instead of his overpriced refillable ink pens, but he wasn’t going to ask because he suspected that it might be considered creepy that he’d noticed.

    “Dominic Cobb is straight. Right?” Eames repeated. Arthur, pencil sharpener in hand, just stared at him, stone-faced, for a moment that stretched on so long that Eames actually began to feel uncomfortable.

    “Gross. That’s not funny. It’s really gross,” Arthur said at last.

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    07 Dec 2019

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    Ariadne moves out of Arthur's apartment. Eames moves in.

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    05 Dec 2019

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    Arthur had always guessed that sex (and all its attendant goings on) with Eames would be good. He'd just never counted on it being so much fun. Written for this awesome prompt on the Inception Kink Meme.

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    04 Dec 2019