earlgreytea68 | Advent Drabble 8

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Arthur was the dreamer, so Eames was expecting the dreamscape to be perfect, pristine, as Arthur’s dreamscapes were.

Eames was definitely not expecting the octopus. Right there, in the middle of the suburban mall.

The mark said, “Is that an octopus?” and Eames engineered a distraction.

When the job was over, and the team was berating Arthur, Eames said, “It turned out fine.” But then, to Arthur, “An octopus?”

Arthur muttered, “Sorry.”

“Everyone makes mistakes, darling. It’s just…an octopus? What were you thinking?”

“The way you sleep,” Arthur admitted, blushing. “Like an octopus. Arms and legs everywhere. Whatever.”

Eames grinned.