"You know, darling," Eames shouts, "when I said to think a bit bigger, I didn't mean that big."
Arthur presses his lips together tightly. The dragon with the steel scales screams bloody murder in the forest made of chocolate sticks and mint chocolate-chip ice cream. "You requested, I delivered," he says sharply. A blast of white-hot knives barely manages to zoom past him.
"You could have afforded to be neater," Saito offers his input, looking decidedly cross. A part of his sleeve is gone, due to the fact that the dragon, in a fit of playfulness and hunger, decided that it would be fun to try and catch one of them as a chew toy. Saito had barely escaped becoming dragon dinner. His poor sleeve had not. "Not to mention less dangerous."
"Forgive me for not having imagination, then," Arthur snaps.
"Oh, no, this is plenty of imagination, darling. Too much, in fact." Eames sighs. "If only Ariadne were here. She would sort this out."
Arthur feels affronted. "There's no need to rely on Ariadne for everything."
"And why not?" Eames looks decidedly mischievous. "Are you jealous that I'm pining for her instead?"
"No!"
"You do seem jealous," Saito offers his input. Just as Arthur decides that he could probably materialize a shotgun in his hand within the next few seconds, the ice cream above them decides to melt very suddenly and drop down on all of their heads. Eames bursts out into laughter, chocolate running down his shirt. Saito can't help but chuckle and secretly be very glad that the stains are not real.
Arthur just fumes.
"Someone please remind me of why we're inside a five year old boy's mind," he grits out, the dragon stomping closer and closer.
Eames shrugs. "Beats me."
"Mr. Cobb apparently thought that it would be a good 'team-building exercise'," Saito says placidly, watching in faintly irritated amusement as the dragon proceeds to melt the chocolate-chip forest with its breath, resulting in an oncoming flood of melted ice-cream towards the trio. "Is there anything solid that we can hold on to before we all drown?"
"Each other?" Eames suggests, wriggling his eyebrows at Arthur. "Don't worry, darling. I won't let you go down without me."
And as the flood of sticky ice-cream crashes over their heads, Arthur solemnly vows to shove Eames' head into a blender when they all wake up.
After watching Inception, I had to take some time in my schedule to write this. Because Eames and Arthur have such a great dynamic and Saito is a boss. You can't deny it.
Also, who out there ships Eames/Saito besides me? Or is it just me. :|a I hope it's not just me.
