Arthur and Betsy, 3/21
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om_mainArthur and Betsy take a break from throwing each other across the gym to make some plans.
Betsy tossed a water bottle in Arthur's direction, going to sit down on the floor and wind down from their sparring session. She stretched, leaning forward and taking a deep breathe before releasing.
"So what have you been up to, Arthur?" she asked.
He gave her a somewhat arch look as he plucked the bottle out of the air. "I take it you mean in general?" Arthur asked as he slowly settled onto the floor next to her, legs crossed in front of himself.
"Nope. Give me a detailed specific recount of your activities," she said with a grin. "Preferably categorized and then alphabetical."
Arthur gave her the blandest look he was capable of and held up one hand to tick down his fingers as he spoke. "Eames, grading, research."
"I'm glad at least one of those activities will keep you from gathering dust in the library. Well done." She leaned back. "I really don't miss grading papers. Still not convinced I picked the right coursework for myself, but at least the only mistakes I'm correcting are my own."
"What are you doing now?" Arthur asked, ably ignoring the rest of it.
"I applied for International Relations, but I'll admit I was throwing darts at options at the time."
He lifted a curious eyebrow at her. "What did you want to be doing, then?"
"I'm still stuck on that question, but I can't keep treading water. I had to start somewhere." She leaned forward, stretching. "Recently I considered psychology, based on some of the aspects of my powers, but it feels a bit weird being in a classroom discussing the human psyche. I considered going back to fashion, but that feels very passive considering my position. I've thought about all of the teams of disorganized teenagers and mostly that causes me to facepalm repeatedly."
"I don't blame you," Arthur said, one side of his mouth curving up just slightly as he leaned his elbow on one knee and braced his chin on his hand. "There have to be more options than that, though."
"It's true," she said. "That may be part of the problem. How about you? Are you and Eames going to be staying here long do you think? I know he left the school officially. How much are you loving it?"
"I'm leaving at the end of the school year," Arthur said and shook his head slightly. "From there, I'm not sure yet."
Betsy nodded thoughtfully. After a pause she asked, "While you're still here, would you be open to some private security work?"
Both of Arthur's eyebrows lifted a little. "In terms of what?"
"Nothing fun, I'm afraid. I would like the opportunity to relax at public functions. It's exhausting navigating social niceties while also keeping my senses open for threats. On occasion, I would really love the chance to narrow it down to one of those tasks. I'd rather work with someone that's prepared to deal with the mutant element." She sighed. "And I'd love to say this is a paranoia, but I've been kidnapped once in my life. I'm not a very trusting person. When I'm out with friends, I burn a lot of energy making sure they're safe."
There was a moment or so of silence as Arthur considered that. "I wouldn't call it a permanent position," he said finally with a very small, wry smile, "but I'd be happy to help out occasionally. I'm not quite as good as making myself inconspicuous as Philip, though." There were reasons Arthur tended to stick to working from the background.
"I am okay with conspicuous. I would just like a designated threat management person once and a while. If it's a big event you could even bring Eames, considering blending with that kind of crowd is his thing." She gave Arthur a small, tired smile. "I think I just need to get out more. Having someone I trust there will help."
"I can ask him about it," Arthur said a bit thoughtfully. If nothing else, Eames would probably love an excuse to rub elbows with Betsy's sort of people. "Let me know when you need me."
"Thanks, Arthur."
He inclined his head slightly in reply. "Anything else?"
"That's all. You?"
"Nothing that I can think of," he said with a faint smile. "I've been extremely boring lately."
"Domestic bliss does that," Betsy said wryly. "If you're looking for excitement I am happy to throw you around the gym any time, or we could let Lydia plan an outing and God knows what might happen."
He gave her an especially dry look for the domestic bliss comment. "I'll remember that," he said anyway.
She grinned.
Betsy tossed a water bottle in Arthur's direction, going to sit down on the floor and wind down from their sparring session. She stretched, leaning forward and taking a deep breathe before releasing.
"So what have you been up to, Arthur?" she asked.
He gave her a somewhat arch look as he plucked the bottle out of the air. "I take it you mean in general?" Arthur asked as he slowly settled onto the floor next to her, legs crossed in front of himself.
"Nope. Give me a detailed specific recount of your activities," she said with a grin. "Preferably categorized and then alphabetical."
Arthur gave her the blandest look he was capable of and held up one hand to tick down his fingers as he spoke. "Eames, grading, research."
"I'm glad at least one of those activities will keep you from gathering dust in the library. Well done." She leaned back. "I really don't miss grading papers. Still not convinced I picked the right coursework for myself, but at least the only mistakes I'm correcting are my own."
"What are you doing now?" Arthur asked, ably ignoring the rest of it.
"I applied for International Relations, but I'll admit I was throwing darts at options at the time."
He lifted a curious eyebrow at her. "What did you want to be doing, then?"
"I'm still stuck on that question, but I can't keep treading water. I had to start somewhere." She leaned forward, stretching. "Recently I considered psychology, based on some of the aspects of my powers, but it feels a bit weird being in a classroom discussing the human psyche. I considered going back to fashion, but that feels very passive considering my position. I've thought about all of the teams of disorganized teenagers and mostly that causes me to facepalm repeatedly."
"I don't blame you," Arthur said, one side of his mouth curving up just slightly as he leaned his elbow on one knee and braced his chin on his hand. "There have to be more options than that, though."
"It's true," she said. "That may be part of the problem. How about you? Are you and Eames going to be staying here long do you think? I know he left the school officially. How much are you loving it?"
"I'm leaving at the end of the school year," Arthur said and shook his head slightly. "From there, I'm not sure yet."
Betsy nodded thoughtfully. After a pause she asked, "While you're still here, would you be open to some private security work?"
Both of Arthur's eyebrows lifted a little. "In terms of what?"
"Nothing fun, I'm afraid. I would like the opportunity to relax at public functions. It's exhausting navigating social niceties while also keeping my senses open for threats. On occasion, I would really love the chance to narrow it down to one of those tasks. I'd rather work with someone that's prepared to deal with the mutant element." She sighed. "And I'd love to say this is a paranoia, but I've been kidnapped once in my life. I'm not a very trusting person. When I'm out with friends, I burn a lot of energy making sure they're safe."
There was a moment or so of silence as Arthur considered that. "I wouldn't call it a permanent position," he said finally with a very small, wry smile, "but I'd be happy to help out occasionally. I'm not quite as good as making myself inconspicuous as Philip, though." There were reasons Arthur tended to stick to working from the background.
"I am okay with conspicuous. I would just like a designated threat management person once and a while. If it's a big event you could even bring Eames, considering blending with that kind of crowd is his thing." She gave Arthur a small, tired smile. "I think I just need to get out more. Having someone I trust there will help."
"I can ask him about it," Arthur said a bit thoughtfully. If nothing else, Eames would probably love an excuse to rub elbows with Betsy's sort of people. "Let me know when you need me."
"Thanks, Arthur."
He inclined his head slightly in reply. "Anything else?"
"That's all. You?"
"Nothing that I can think of," he said with a faint smile. "I've been extremely boring lately."
"Domestic bliss does that," Betsy said wryly. "If you're looking for excitement I am happy to throw you around the gym any time, or we could let Lydia plan an outing and God knows what might happen."
He gave her an especially dry look for the domestic bliss comment. "I'll remember that," he said anyway.
She grinned.
