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The Body Heat Meme

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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She took his hand in hers.

"Do you want company?" she asked him as she led him over to the couch so they could sit down.

He sat down, shoulders slumped. "You don't have to go through all that like we did with Arthur's father."

She sat next to him, her hand still holding his.

"I know, but I want to," she said. "You shouldn't have to go through it alone. Your aunt obviously meant a lot to you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Okay...okay, yeah I want you to come...and Arthur, too, if he wants."

"He'll come," she said. She would make sure of it. After all, Eames had been there for Arthur during everything with his father.

He nodded and sat back, sighing and looking straight ahead.

She curled her legs under her and rested her head against his shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist. She sat there with him quietly.

"She didn't have any kids so they want me to chip in for the funeral arrangements," he said after a moment.

"Are you okay with that?" she asked. He had more money than he knew what to do with, but it was still always weird when money was involved in family matters.

He nodded after a moment. "I think I'll go ahead and pay for it all." His family was no where near as wealthy as Ariadne's and Arthur's.

"That would be very nice of you," she said. Funerals could be notoriously expensive, but even the most expensive would barely chip away at the funds Eames had stashed away in various places

"I think I'm going to make myself a very strong drink if you want one," Eames said, standing up.

"I'll take a drink," she said. "Maybe not as strong as yours."

She got up as well.

"I'll be right back."

She wanted to go see Arthur for a moment to let him know what was going on.

Eames went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey and then made a gin and tonic for Ariadne.

Arthur was still sitting at the desk on his laptop, earphones plugged in and on.

She went into the office and tapped Arthur on the shoulder to get his attention.

He looked over at her and took off his earphones. "Hey, what's up? How's the movie marathon?"

"Uh, it's on hold," she said. "Eames is home. His aunt passed away."

She had no idea if he had mentioned this aunt to Arthur before, if he knew she had been important to him.

"Oh." Arthur sat back a little. "Which aunt?"

"The one he was close with," she said. "The one who took care of him after his mom died."

"Hmm." Arthur didn't know much about Eames' family, just that he had two aunts on his mom's side and none on his dad's side. "When's the funeral?"

"Saturday," she said.

He nodded. "Does he know that location yet? Of the funeral?"

"Probably," she said. "I didn't ask yet. Why don't you come out and join us? Eames is pouring drinks. I think he could use some company."

Arthur shut his laptop and followed her out. Eames was drinking was the kitchen counter. He looked their way when they walked in.

She gave Eames a small smile.

"Better pour a third drink," she said as they walked over.