[ One hand slides up to cup his face as she kisses back, fingers toying with the ends of his hair. She doesn't want to talk about what Percy revealed about Fred, and she's fairly certain George wouldn't want to talk about it, either. She wants to make sure he knows she's there, though, even if it's in a rather roundabout way. ]
Then it would probably be unprofessional to ask me to turn up, wouldn't it?
[George is blissfully clueless that she's been let in on that particular family secret. And she is right about not wanting to talk about it, if he did know. For now he just reckons she was lonely and he's more than happy to give her a little company.]
[ She's definitely planning on it now, but why waste what she has right in front of her? Her other arm goes to wrap around him as she presses closer. He's solid, warm, and she knows his blood flows. It's not fair, that Fred was taken and he was left behind, and the stashed firewhiskey makes a hideous sort of sense now. His words about sticking around the City make sense, too -- if Fred is here, why wouldn't he? Wouldn't Cobb do the same, if he were convinced this weren't a dream, if Mal (the actual Mal, not the shade) were here? ]
Remember that cigarillo I was smoking during the mistletoe curse? I dropped it after Fred decided to... er, help out, but I'd gotten it earlier from a cowboy. I asked him for more the next time I saw him on the network, so he came over to drop them off. I gave him coffee and spoiled his horse a little bit and apparently he decided recreating the curse was necessary. [ Only he certainly hadn't been attached to her neck during the curse. ]
[ She snorts, shifting to give him a quick kiss without pulling them both down the stairs. 'Fun' maybe isn't the correct word, but it's definitely been interesting -- and he's a good sport about it. She's lucky. ]
[ Eames had been occupying himself in Yusuf's lab for the most part, though not to any great degree of help - without the chemist there, he can't do much aside from changing the litter box anyway and feed Rhada. He's off of work for the day and has, admittedly, spent most of it concerning himself over the PASIV - when they would finally test it, who they ought to try it on, or if the others had already done so during his departure. The cat dealt with, he jogs up the stairs to the first floor, then heads immediately for the other set of stairs to start himself a shower- except his way is blocked because, you know.
[ Ariadne is really going to have to work on her perception, at least when it comes to what she perceives while making out with redheaded wizards on her stairs, because she has no idea Eames is there until he speaks. The reaction is immediate, though; she tenses, hand digging into George's back slightly as she quickly pulls away from the kiss. Shit. ]
Um. [ Great start, Ariadne. ] Hi, Eames. Have you two met?
[George, however, doesn't look too taken aback by this particular interruption. They were snogging in her stairwell, it was bound to happen eventually. He just leans back and gives Eames a friendly smile.]
Alright, there. [ That ginger is something fluorescent. There's only a few of those who make regular posts on the network, anyway. His lips quirk easily, because Eames isn't unfriendly when he wants to keep the air light. ] One of the Weasleys, I believe? The shopkeepers.
[ There is a moment where Ariadne, despite being the one out of the three of them who is friends with a pterosaur, wonders why she is the only person with normal reactions to things. Maybe it's a British thing.
It's not going to stop her from muttering under her breath in French about them both, though. ]
[You are just friends with too many trolls, Aria. And George is finding endlessly hilarious to act like he wasn't just caught snogging like a randy teenager in the public areas of her home.]
George Weasley, yeah. We haven't quite opened the shop yet, but we're getting close.
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[He slinks his arms around her waist as he leans down to kiss her.]
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What if I'm at work?
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[George is blissfully clueless that she's been let in on that particular family secret. And she is right about not wanting to talk about it, if he did know. For now he just reckons she was lonely and he's more than happy to give her a little company.]
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[ Her hand slips into his hair a little more, fingertips rubbing his scalp. ]
But if I'm at my desk that day and I have nothing else to do, who else am I going to harass via text message?
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[He swoops down to kiss her again, her arms tightening around her waist.]
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Something on your mind, love?
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It's just been a weird past few days.
[ Pause. ]
It's been a weird past few weeks, really.
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Your flatmate came back, didn't he?
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Eames? Yeah, he did. Three weeks for us, a few seconds for him. I had to give his lighter back.
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Come again?
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[He grins as he says it, though, clearly not worried. You had fun this week, lady.]
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His horse and I, maybe. He's too much of a tease.
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[He pauses long enough to lean her against the railing, making the kiss last a little longer.]
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Welp. ]
Should I come back later?
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Um. [ Great start, Ariadne. ] Hi, Eames. Have you two met?
[ a w k w a r d ]
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Not in person, yet. Alright?
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It's not going to stop her from muttering under her breath in French about them both, though. ]
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George Weasley, yeah. We haven't quite opened the shop yet, but we're getting close.
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