[ This time of year, New Orleans is a miserable hot mess.
Arthur had made the mistake of wearing a suit on his first day. The little warehouse they're working out of has air conditioning, but just barely. Halfway through the day, he'd peeled himself out of the sport coat, pocketed his tie, rolled his sleeves up, and unbuttoned enough top buttons to flirt with the unprofessional line.
Rarely does he make the same mistake twice, so since then he's worn almost exclusively linen and drank approximately a hundred gallons of water (probably).
Which is what leads him to now, considering wrapping up early solely because it's abominably hot and the team is getting progressively crankier. Sighing, he glances over at their chemist, Anya, who seems to be melting in the chair. Their extractor, Jamie, is looking similarly put out, her small face pushed directly into the clip on desk fan.
Dany, by all impossible standards, appears not to have broken any kind of sweat despite being the most dressed out of them all. It's unholy. ]
Alright, we're clearly not getting anything done. Pack up, we'll start early tomorrow.
[ As in, before the main heat of the day. He makes a note to pick up another couple fans.
Jamie and Anya simultaneously jump up and pack in record time. Arthur's just putting his files away as they're rushing out the door, hastily waving their goodbyes and promising to be back before 7am.
That leaves him and Dany. So his question will be between just the two of them: ]
[ New Orleans is a lively place -- even in the roaring heat of summer. With the sun shining high, and the streets filled with natives and tourists alike, it's quite easy to become another face in the crowd. One of the reasons she preferred the city and was more amendable to a job here. Having grown up in the heat, summer doesn't bother her as much as her colleagues, but it still does have some effect on her in terms of her focus.
First lesson in this sort of climate? Dress in fabrics that breathe. On their first day, Arthur was so stuffed within his layers, she felt hot just looking at him. Thankfully, he learns his lesson quickly, returning to a man she enjoys looking at merely for the sake of it and not by morbid curiosity.
Today happens to be a particularly brutal day, lethargy growing by the minute. To say she's relieved when they decide to end early is an understatement. ]
I grew up in the heat, [ she murmurs, packing away her notes and folders. She wears a light and airy dress, silver hair pulled back into a bun. ] I'm surprised you even bothered bringing a suit. Aren't you the man who prides himself on being prepared?
[ Grew up in the heat. Of course. Arthur could probably check even more, find out an exact location, but he leaves it at that. For team members, he just makes sure their backgrounds pass enough that they aren't likely to stab him in the back. ]
Was in Sweden before this, they're having a cold snap. I forgot how disgusting the humidity could be on the eastern seaboard.
[ Disgusting but familiar all at once. He'd grown up further north, where the summers are a blend of humid, hot, and full of mosquitos. With the occasional thunderstorm to shake it all up.
Still, he doesn't like it. A few years on the west coast has spoiled him immensely. ]
You heading back or got other plans?
[ He wraps up his tidying, files neatly tucked away in his bag, head slightly cocked with the question. ]
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if you were church, i'd get on my knees // dany/arthur
Date: 2018-05-12 10:26 pm (UTC)Arthur had made the mistake of wearing a suit on his first day. The little warehouse they're working out of has air conditioning, but just barely. Halfway through the day, he'd peeled himself out of the sport coat, pocketed his tie, rolled his sleeves up, and unbuttoned enough top buttons to flirt with the unprofessional line.
Rarely does he make the same mistake twice, so since then he's worn almost exclusively linen and drank approximately a hundred gallons of water (probably).
Which is what leads him to now, considering wrapping up early solely because it's abominably hot and the team is getting progressively crankier. Sighing, he glances over at their chemist, Anya, who seems to be melting in the chair. Their extractor, Jamie, is looking similarly put out, her small face pushed directly into the clip on desk fan.
Dany, by all impossible standards, appears not to have broken any kind of sweat despite being the most dressed out of them all. It's unholy. ]
Alright, we're clearly not getting anything done. Pack up, we'll start early tomorrow.
[ As in, before the main heat of the day. He makes a note to pick up another couple fans.
Jamie and Anya simultaneously jump up and pack in record time. Arthur's just putting his files away as they're rushing out the door, hastily waving their goodbyes and promising to be back before 7am.
That leaves him and Dany. So his question will be between just the two of them: ]
How can you even stand this weather?
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Date: 2018-05-13 05:44 pm (UTC)First lesson in this sort of climate? Dress in fabrics that breathe. On their first day, Arthur was so stuffed within his layers, she felt hot just looking at him. Thankfully, he learns his lesson quickly, returning to a man she enjoys looking at merely for the sake of it and not by morbid curiosity.
Today happens to be a particularly brutal day, lethargy growing by the minute. To say she's relieved when they decide to end early is an understatement. ]
I grew up in the heat, [ she murmurs, packing away her notes and folders. She wears a light and airy dress, silver hair pulled back into a bun. ] I'm surprised you even bothered bringing a suit. Aren't you the man who prides himself on being prepared?
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Date: 2018-05-17 03:14 am (UTC)Was in Sweden before this, they're having a cold snap. I forgot how disgusting the humidity could be on the eastern seaboard.
[ Disgusting but familiar all at once. He'd grown up further north, where the summers are a blend of humid, hot, and full of mosquitos. With the occasional thunderstorm to shake it all up.
Still, he doesn't like it. A few years on the west coast has spoiled him immensely. ]
You heading back or got other plans?
[ He wraps up his tidying, files neatly tucked away in his bag, head slightly cocked with the question. ]