Stop, meme time!

[kellifer]

Jai, I'm alive!

Meme.

Give me a prompt and a pairing/character and I will give you one to five lines of the fic it's from.

I have soooo much to write (might be re-writing my ENTIRE Inception Bang... eep?) and am blocked like a blocked thing. I want to purge all the random in my brain tomorrow night and start fresh! Also, also, stuff like this has spawned full fic before ya know?

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[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

Arthur/Eames, Eames' apartment is exactly what Arthur imagines it to be.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

... so maaaaybe this is from something I'm writing at the moment. Totally counts. :D

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Gingernut doesn't seem phased, rubbing his furry muzzle up and down Arthur's hand because it seems to be quite content patting itself.

"That's not mine," Eames says, pointing one of the mugs at the cat and Arthur blinks at Gingernut like he didn't even know the cat was there.

"Oh right, no," Arthur says slowly. "You don't seem like a cat person."

"I had a parrot once but I got stuck in Amsterdam unexpectedly without access to a phone and it would've starved to death if it hadn't been the bird equivalent of Houdini."

"You sure it's not still here?" Arthur asks, forehead crinkling. "There's a mysterious and not at all pleasant smell coming from somewhere."

"I'm hardly ever here," Eames says, shrugging, not one of those people who has ever felt the need to defend his slobbish tendencies. He nudges Gingernut aside with an elbow and drops carefully onto the couch next to Arthur. He hands one of the mugs over and Arthur makes a face as he soon as he takes a sip.

"You shouldn't dilute coffee, that's just criminal," he remarks, but he also relaxes somwhat, leaning back from his rigid position until his back actually touches couch cushion. He sighs and balances his mug on one knee while loosening his tie. "You haven't kicked me out."

"Why would I?" Eames asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to get that over with, deal with the repercussions."

"It sounds like you're expecting me to ground you or something," Eames laughs and Arthur looks at him, pained.

"Considering our professional relationship, I know I shouldn't have done it. Besides, you probably don't even -"

"Arthur, I do," Eames interrupts, setting his mug aside and also liberating Arthur of his own. "Whatever it is, I definitely do."