Again, Mr Eames?
Arthur hated to say it, but he sometimes looked forward to his weekly duty round through Kirkland. It wasn't that he enjoyed confiscating beer pong tables or forcing annoying residents to dump their beer cans. (If people were going to break the rules, they should at least be creative about it.)
But he did, sometimes, enjoy seeing what sort of trouble Eames could get into. He was never tedious or boring about his trouble. That was the only reason he looked forward to duty rounds. The only reason. And the RAs enjoyed that he dressed up for rounds. It's a funny bit.
Really. Eames usually did something that Arthur had to smother a laugh at. Like painting a full mural on the floor's wall. Like stealing toilet paper.
Eames doesn't disappoint tonight. He's blaring Für Elise at top volume. It's not technically quiet hours, but Arthur can hear him from the first floor. He knocks a few times and fixes Eames with a "Really? Really?" expression.
