[Rl - Christmas dinner.]

[p_a_r_a_d_o_x]

[They didn't invite people over all that often but Christmas was a time to spend Christmas is a time to spend with family and friends. In Arthur's case both things were one and the same and he wanted to show that he cared every now and then. All was finally ready.]

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[chapter_behind]

[Sometime this week. James had hoped, irrationally, that he might have Randolph to himself tonight. But of course they both have responsibilities to see too. He can't be selfish. He forces away the disappointment and contents himself with holding Randolph. Pressing a light kiss to his temple. At least they can steal a few minutes here and there.]

[cravats]

[Well, perhaps he should have asked for that. Randolph would be happy to devolve his responsibilities for the night onto, say, Haverbink, if James asked him to.]

[chapter_behind]

[But James had never been the type to shove his duties off on subordinants, no matter how ridiculously named. And he knows Randolph takes equal pride in his work. He would never even think to ask. ]

I love you.

[notjustathief]

[The corgi has been exploring the house for quite some time now. So many people! So many new smells! So many carpets to roll around in!

He smells more people and trots upstairs, trying to get a better scent. It's not the Arthur-person, but there's definitely someone...

And then he gets a better whiff, a smell of someone who is Definitely Not Good. Naturally, the only thing to do is waddle into room and start growling at the Not Good Person.]

[cravats]

[Randolph turns and eyes the corgi with an eyebrow raised.]

I wasn't aware that Arthur and Eames had any pets.

[He is not at all terrified by the fearsome growls.]

dw ate my comment

[chapter_behind]

[OH HE IS ADORABLE LOOK HOW FIERCE.]

Nor did I. And he seems rather young.

[James breaks away from Randolph and moves toward the assailant, crouching down and holding out a hand.] There now. No need to fuss.

Re: dw ate my comment

[notjustathief]

[The corgi growls again, though he sniffs at James' hand for a moment. Hmm. Not the Not Good Person, but not the Arthur person, either. Which meant the other man was the Not Good Person.

He looks over at Randolph and begins to bark, crouching to the floor while he does.]