Twitterpation: Arthur and Eames

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Arthur is a tiny, adorable kitten.



Since Arthur hadn't gotten enough sleep the night prior Eames had managed to lure him back into bed that morning. His wiles only worked because he didn't have any obligation early today. Eames was smugly snuggling his dozing boyfriend when the unthinkable happened.

Arthur turned suddenly into a kitten.

Well. That wasn't normal. Eames didn't want to cause undo panic, so without jostling the tiny fluffy creature, he reached for his phone and began rapidly texting, searching for a reliable source of information. Fortunately, Arthur continued to sleep, and eventually Eames got some needed answers. Once he was certain that he was prepared enough to deal with the situation he reached over and stroked the top of Arthur's head. Nope, even as a shapeshifter, and friends with other fluffy shapeshifters, Eames was disconcerted by his boyfriends tiny presence, no matter how adorable he was.

"Sweetheart," Eames said gently.

Arthur made a low sound of discontent that sounded strangely like a growl and curled in tighter on himself. And there was something odd about that, but it was probably just the fact that he was half-asleep.

Okay, so that was both strange, and genuinely precious. Eames pet him gently, also keeping his hands near in case Arthur rocketed for the ceiling upon waking. "Darling, sorry to disturb you, but I think you're going to want some answers before you hibernate for the day."

With another grumble, Arthur cracked open one eye, stared for a moment, and then tried to sit bolt upwards. Try being the operative word, since suddenly having four legs instead of two threw him completely off balance and ended with him just rolling along the bed with a startled squeak. Once he came to a stop, he just peered up at Eames with wide, startled eyes.

"I have answers," Eames said to disarm him. "Not the how yet, but the what. Yes, you appear to be an adorable kitten. No, this isn't a dream. There was a mutation accident and it's affected other members of the school, but they are working on the problem as we speak."

Arthur let out a plaintive meow, then somehow managed to look surprised at the sound of it. He shifted a little to get a good look at his...paws...and flopped back down onto the bed with a huff. It was going to be one of those days, apparently.

"They'll get this sorted out, and then we'll be back to business as usual," Eames reassured. And because he couldn't help it he scooped Arthur up and snuggled him close. "Meanwhile, if you need anything, I'll see if I can get my tablet set up so that you can type. If you want to go back to sleep and pretend this is a strange dream, I don't blame you. I just didn't want you to panic."

He couldn't keep himself from wriggling unconsciously as he was grabbed suddenly, but Arthur made himself calm down quickly enough. Frankly, considering he was barely bigger than Eames' hands, it was just kind of embarrassing to try. He made a grumbling kind of sound and bit gently at Eames' thumb.

Eames pet him gently and then reached with his other hand to drag the tablet over. He had a basic document open. "I'll ask Tony and Sharon if there's a specific app that works best for cat communication."

Arthur let himself settle under the petting, albeit somewhat reluctantly. There weren't many other options at the moment, and the feel of it was kind of nice. Irritating to remember the circumstances, but nice.

"We'll get it sorted and then pretend this never happened. Thank god we're moving away after the school year. Who knows what new mutations they'll be adopting next."

With a low, rumbling sound of agreement that Arthur would refuse to admit was a purr, he butted his head against Eames' hand.

Eames heart pretty much melted and he returned to petting Arthur gently.