[ As he passes by her, she holds out her hand to trail her fingertips across the nearest part of him, a habit she's grown so used to indulging in she sometimes forgets herself and does it in the middle of a job in front of the other members of the team. Thankfully, when they work with someone like Ariadne, she mostly ignores what they're doing, used to the weird threesome relationship they've got going on and too focused on her work to care about anything else.
When it's some other architect they don't know as well...
Let's just say Arthur's pissy glare hasn't dimmed in its effectiveness whatsoever. ]
Presents? [ She sets down the folder and slithers off the chair, padding barefoot in his wake to come stand behind him so she can wrap her arms about his trim little waist and lean against his shoulder as he sits at the bar. ] You spoil me.
[ When he passes by, he feels the ghost of a touch along the edge of his arm, something that makes him smile. Eggsy is handsy, always wanting to touch in some manner. At first, he'd hated it, flinching away at the casual contact.
Now he knows he'd miss it, if she ever were to stop. Which, when she's pissed, she withholds and that's half the reason he capitulates so quickly.
She isn't mad here though and in a few moments, she's in his space, her body pressed against his back in a warm, familiar line. Tension leaks out of his posture and he leans into the embrace, happy to be home. After a second, he unzips his shoulder bag, first pulling out the cellophane and paper wrapped flowers, holding them out for her to take. Once she has, he'll set a bottle of wine on the counter– a favored brand of both of them. ]
[ Sometimes, Eggsy wishes she could verbalize the sort of keyboard shortcut Japanese acronyms that signify how cute she finds something, especially when it's something Arthur does. (Sometimes, Eggsy does just that, cooing "oo-woo" in response to something her boyfriend does, much to her other boyfriend's amusement.)
She immediately buries her face in the flowers he gives her, making a happy little noise in the back of her throat as she inhales the distinctive smell of lilies and daisies and peonies, an obscenely eclectic bouquet that obviously means he had it made especially for her, at premium prices.
One would think a girl might get jaded after earning her first five million on a single job alone. One would be wrong.
She may or may not squeal when he brings out wine. ] Arfur! [ Turning her head, she smacks a big, obnoxious kiss to his cheek. ] You lovely creature, you. You ain't gotta romance me, there ain't no man alive I love more'n you.
[ She purses her lips for a second, then winks at him. ] Don't tell Will.
[ Instantly, she's shoved her whole (very cute) face into the bouquet, practically cooing. Arthur's seen her light up in all kinds of happiness and this is just another moment to file away. Another thing that has him smiling, easy and genuine.
That happens more and more, these days. Sometimes, he wonders how he got through life, before.
When she gives him a kiss, it's possible he goes even a little pinker, the color spreading from his face up to his ears. It's dumb, but it makes him feel boyish, young and naive. Not necessarily bad things, just definitely out of the norm. ]
Secret's safe with me. [ His smile goes a bit conspiring, eyes edged with mischief. They are criminals. If anything, this is something to jokingly hold over Eames' head. Something both of them can use to get him to do them a favor.
Sobering some, he reaches out to straighten the collar on her (his) shirt, raising a brow. ]
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When it's some other architect they don't know as well...
Let's just say Arthur's pissy glare hasn't dimmed in its effectiveness whatsoever. ]
Presents? [ She sets down the folder and slithers off the chair, padding barefoot in his wake to come stand behind him so she can wrap her arms about his trim little waist and lean against his shoulder as he sits at the bar. ] You spoil me.
all good fam
Now he knows he'd miss it, if she ever were to stop. Which, when she's pissed, she withholds and that's half the reason he capitulates so quickly.
She isn't mad here though and in a few moments, she's in his space, her body pressed against his back in a warm, familiar line. Tension leaks out of his posture and he leans into the embrace, happy to be home. After a second, he unzips his shoulder bag, first pulling out the cellophane and paper wrapped flowers, holding them out for her to take. Once she has, he'll set a bottle of wine on the counter– a favored brand of both of them. ]
I know I miss the romance mark sometimes, so.
[ Is he blushing? Maybe. ]
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She immediately buries her face in the flowers he gives her, making a happy little noise in the back of her throat as she inhales the distinctive smell of lilies and daisies and peonies, an obscenely eclectic bouquet that obviously means he had it made especially for her, at premium prices.
One would think a girl might get jaded after earning her first five million on a single job alone. One would be wrong.
She may or may not squeal when he brings out wine. ] Arfur! [ Turning her head, she smacks a big, obnoxious kiss to his cheek. ] You lovely creature, you. You ain't gotta romance me, there ain't no man alive I love more'n you.
[ She purses her lips for a second, then winks at him. ] Don't tell Will.
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That happens more and more, these days. Sometimes, he wonders how he got through life, before.
When she gives him a kiss, it's possible he goes even a little pinker, the color spreading from his face up to his ears. It's dumb, but it makes him feel boyish, young and naive. Not necessarily bad things, just definitely out of the norm. ]
Secret's safe with me. [ His smile goes a bit conspiring, eyes edged with mischief. They are criminals. If anything, this is something to jokingly hold over Eames' head. Something both of them can use to get him to do them a favor.
Sobering some, he reaches out to straighten the collar on her (his) shirt, raising a brow. ]
Stealing my wardrobe again?