[ This time of year, New Orleans is a miserable hot mess.
Arthur had made the mistake of wearing a suit on his first day. The little warehouse they're working out of has air conditioning, but just barely. Halfway through the day, he'd peeled himself out of the sport coat, pocketed his tie, rolled his sleeves up, and unbuttoned enough top buttons to flirt with the unprofessional line.
Rarely does he make the same mistake twice, so since then he's worn almost exclusively linen and drank approximately a hundred gallons of water (probably).
Which is what leads him to now, considering wrapping up early solely because it's abominably hot and the team is getting progressively crankier. Sighing, he glances over at their chemist, Anya, who seems to be melting in the chair. Their extractor, Jamie, is looking similarly put out, her small face pushed directly into the clip on desk fan.
Dany, by all impossible standards, appears not to have broken any kind of sweat despite being the most dressed out of them all. It's unholy. ]
Alright, we're clearly not getting anything done. Pack up, we'll start early tomorrow.
[ As in, before the main heat of the day. He makes a note to pick up another couple fans.
Jamie and Anya simultaneously jump up and pack in record time. Arthur's just putting his files away as they're rushing out the door, hastily waving their goodbyes and promising to be back before 7am.
That leaves him and Dany. So his question will be between just the two of them: ]
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if you were church, i'd get on my knees // dany/arthur
Date: 2018-05-12 10:26 pm (UTC)Arthur had made the mistake of wearing a suit on his first day. The little warehouse they're working out of has air conditioning, but just barely. Halfway through the day, he'd peeled himself out of the sport coat, pocketed his tie, rolled his sleeves up, and unbuttoned enough top buttons to flirt with the unprofessional line.
Rarely does he make the same mistake twice, so since then he's worn almost exclusively linen and drank approximately a hundred gallons of water (probably).
Which is what leads him to now, considering wrapping up early solely because it's abominably hot and the team is getting progressively crankier. Sighing, he glances over at their chemist, Anya, who seems to be melting in the chair. Their extractor, Jamie, is looking similarly put out, her small face pushed directly into the clip on desk fan.
Dany, by all impossible standards, appears not to have broken any kind of sweat despite being the most dressed out of them all. It's unholy. ]
Alright, we're clearly not getting anything done. Pack up, we'll start early tomorrow.
[ As in, before the main heat of the day. He makes a note to pick up another couple fans.
Jamie and Anya simultaneously jump up and pack in record time. Arthur's just putting his files away as they're rushing out the door, hastily waving their goodbyes and promising to be back before 7am.
That leaves him and Dany. So his question will be between just the two of them: ]
How can you even stand this weather?