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[a catchall for june; prompts will be added to the top post as I write them!]

1/EARLY TO MID JUNE/HILLINGDON

Arthur spends most of his time with the door closed now, but quite often one can find him in the kitchen staring down the coffee maker as he waits for it to finish brewing. He's drinking more and more of it these days, which is fucking up his sleep, which just necessitates more coffee so he can sit and worry endlessly about all the shit that's going on right now. He's almost wearing a groove in the floor where the shortest distance from his makeshift office to the kitchen is, and while he'll answer the door if knocked, one may have better luck stopping him in the hallway or the aforementioned kitchen while he has a fresh mug in his hands.

2/JUNE 15/FOR EAMES/

Arthur's even groggier than usual when he wakes up the night after the rave. He didn't go, of course, but it feels like he hasn't had enough sleep. The reason why becomes clear when he turns his head, sees another person in his bed, and remembers the scene several hours ago when "Kathryn" showed up at his door and managed to find her way into Arthur's bed without much input from Arthur himself. It's not that he minds, but the additional fogginess of the morning is not welcome, and it takes a few extra minutes of laying in bed frowning before he finally concedes and gets out of bed in search of coffee. It's late for him but he has nothing he absolutely has to get done today so he takes his time, grabbing some coffee and getting his laptop out to read the news while he waits for Eames to rise out of bed.

3/EARLY JUNE/FOR JEAN-CLAUDE

It only took a little bit of back-and-forth to get this meeting set up. Once it became clear that Hillingdon was going to try to hold Richmond going forward he wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page, and that meant talking to Islington to make sure they'll show up if Hillingdon needs help maintaining control.

Their meeting place is a rented office space just outside of Islington territory. Arthur has a few of these that he rents by the week or by the month when he needs to meet with clients for his day job or for things like this, when Hillingdon House wouldn't be appropriate.

The days are getting longer, so Arthur suggests something well into the evening. He knows Jean-Claude probably has his fair share of Daylight jewellery, but he figures it's only polite, and the street he looks out on is bustling with activity as people head out to the bars or come back from dinner. It's a nice background noise as he sits there half an hour ahead of time reviewing some notes he's made.

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[falsify]

"Yeah," he says tiredly, "it's comfortable."

[specifiercity]

Arthur makes some kind of sound indicating that he's going to just roll with whatever's happening here. He's tired enough to take a nap now but he definitely plans on continuing his line of question regarding the party after they rest a little bit.

[falsify]

Well if there's no more questions Eames is going to sleep, and he's going to sleep like a log until someone (Arthur) makes him wake up. He even cuddles up a bit more in his sleep, as if it's even possible, and snores a little into his chest.

[specifiercity]

Well a little more than an hour later Arthur has to pee. There's a problem, though. There's a super strong and fast asleep fae cuddling up to him and it takes a few minutes for Arthur to figure out there's no way for him to get up without express physical permission from Eames.

He settles on shaking Eames' shoulder gently and saying his name quietly.

[falsify]

Nope. Unacceptable. He's very comfortable and his pillow is trying to move and that's not cool by Eames. He groans in general displeasure, nuzzling in a little closer in protest.

[specifiercity]

Shit. Arthur thinks about waiting it out but it won't be long before this gets to a critical moment.

"Eames," he says, with a little more urgency and volume.

[falsify]

Eames groans, but it at least gets his attention, grip loosening some as he comes to.

"What is it?" Why is he being woken up.

[specifiercity]

"I need to get up," he says, "mother nature demands it."

[falsify]

That gets another groan from Eames like he doesn't understand why Arthur had to wake him up for that and he relinquishes his hold with a sigh, turning over to try and go back to sleep.

[specifiercity]

Arthur rolls out of bed and hastily gets himself to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking much more relaxed than before. He sits back down with a sigh, not feeling like falling back to sleep right now.

"You still napping?"

[falsify]

"Maybe." He's not, but he wishes he were. Once he's even vaguely alert it's slightly impossible for Eames to get back to sleep and he hates it, a fact he illustrates by pulling the covers tighter around himself with a huff.

[specifiercity]

Arthur leaves him be for all of five seconds before he speaks again.

"I still want to know what happened at that party last night," he says.

[falsify]

"Only if you lay down with me and help craft the illusion of sleep."

He'll take fake sleep, he's not picky.

[specifiercity]

Arthur sighs again and lays down, slipping under the covers and shuffling closer to Eames so he can put an arm around his waist.

"This good?"

[falsify]

Eames sighs softly and shimmies back against Arthur a little, and then takes his hand and puts it on a boob because that's who he is and Arthur's just gonna have to deal with it.

"What else did you want to know?"

[specifiercity]

Arthur rolls with it. It's fine.

"Exactly how much property damage you saw before you left," he says, already sounding like he thinks there was a lot and that that is the worst.

[falsify]

"Hardly any," Eames says with a heavy sigh, "at most they broke two windows."

The graffiti is a different issue, but if they can just not talk about that it'd be great.

[specifiercity]

Arthur gives him a soft groan. "What about the furniture?"

[falsify]

Eames shakes his head, "it was all outside, nobody could get to the furniture."

[specifiercity]

Another groan. "I just need to know if there's any reason Samantha could show up on our doorstep Monday morning asking for thousands in repair costs."

[falsify]

"You might want to shell out for a couple of street cleaners, but it's fine." He lifts his head to look over his shoulder at Arthur, "I'm not just trying to get you to stop asking about it. It's a mess, but unless something happened after I left, there's not much in the way of damage."

[specifiercity]

He'd run his hand through his hair but it's on Eames' boob right now and he's not about to move it. "Okay," he says, sounding so tired, "but you get why I'm worried, right?"

[falsify]

"I do, but I also think you should worry a little less."

[specifiercity]

"I've tried that before," he says.

He really has.

[falsify]

"No, I can tell you're terrible at it." He's not looking at Arthur, but the smile is audible in his voice, tone a little teasing as he continues, "after all, you have a frankly exquisite breast in your hand right now, and you're thinking about property damage."