#wicked yoga drabble addled my brain and this is the direction it went idk

[strangegeology]

“And there was me thinking you seemed rather intelligent,” Arthur parried, fiddling with the neck of his no doubt ludicrously expensive t-shirt. “Despite some questionable sartorial choices.”

Eames gave him a knowing look. “My sartorial choices don’t seem to have put you off.”

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Eames runs a yoga studio. Arthur works in finance. Sometimes it's all too easy to jump to conclusions.

Adventures in Campanology - on ao3.

(Explicit, 18k)