how quiet can we be? | noel & arthur
With the hours ticking away and the sky fading from bright blues to hazy sunsets and then dark nights, Noel could feel his exhaustion setting in. Another long night at the office wasn't unexpected, but when it came to being alone with the one and only Arthur James, well...Noel just wasn't really sure how to deal with that. He was used to the designer being around, used to Charisse gushing about his work and the man spending more and more time in their studios rather at his own. Noel didn't't mind it in the slightest because he enjoyed seeing the man around and still kind of fanboyed when it came to his work, and as he worked his way through the pile of papers that Charisse wanted him to get done by the morning, he thought of the man working down the hall, working on some design or another, and Noel knew that he couldn't concentrate anymore without a break first. He let out a sigh, stretching his arms out to try and get some movement back in his limbs before he nudged his chair in against the desk before he made his way down the hallway and poked his head into the room where he knew Arthur was working. Noel couldn't help but just stand there for a minute and watch, silently admiring the way the man worked with the fabric at hand, taking the designs off the paper and bringing them to life. It was something that he'd dreamt of doing as a child and seeing one of the people that he idolised doing exactly that was a dream to Noel. He had to shake himself out of his moment of thinking and push himself off of the door frame, making his presence known. "Evening," he mumbled, scratching at the back of his head before he managed a bit of a smile. "I was thinking of making a coffee run. Would you want anything?"