open | prompt five | ENDINGS

[wrens]

prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[fibonacci]

[ Arthur watches him for a moment and then tics her head to one side. It's not a shrug, but an approximation of one, as she raises her own coffee (dark and sweet) to her lips. When she sets it down again there's a red stain on the porcelain lip. A perfect half moon the color of her lipstick. ]

I've a meeting at four o'clock in Terminal B. [ A pause and Arthur adds dryly: ] Apparently nothing says 'clandestine meeting' like a frequent flyer lounge. [ Not her first choice and her tone makes that obvious. But there were some concessions she was occasionally willing to make.

Some. ]

[construire]

[ He is, at least, subtle when he glances at her lips to see if they look different now. Polished and put-together, that's Arthur, and while he sometimes feels like maybe he should put in a little more effort with his own appearance, he's also just fine with watching other people who've put forth that effort. ]

A meeting? [ His head tilts, coffee momentarily forgotten. ] Anything interesting?

[ 'Anything you might need me for' isn't implied, but it's hoped, even if he might deny it. ]