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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 26, 2011 1:55:00 GMT
Alfred just let the other have the meat, not wanting it himself obviously, and then grinned a little at the information. "Ahh, really...? I hope he's at least a couple books into it, it seems like it'd be a pretty long series." The sarcasm made him chuckle, and hearing the movies he got made another big smile appear. "I like Brother Bear. It was one of hte ones I saw when I was younger."
Closing an eye at the hand on his forehead, a playful pout appeared, and he just shifted, moving and then teasingly giving Arthur a little poke. "Fine, fine. I can sit." Leaning back into the couch, Alfred just rested his stomache now, giving it a light rub to help it digest faster, befre he eagerly accepted the dvds. "Can do!" Reading the backs, Alfred considered it, then decided it best to watch Tangled first. That way if he didn't like it, watching Brother bear would be a good finish!
"Sorry about makin' ya move stuff around again.." Alfred said as Arthur returned with the television, watching as he set it up once again and shifting with a guilty look on his face. Well he figured it was his fault anyway, they could have just gone back to the bedroom to watch it...Ah well.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 27, 2011 15:11:56 GMT
Smiling at that, Arthur leant into Alfred a little. "It seems like you saw all the ones that I didn't." He said, amused. "I'll find out for you. At least I won't have to worry about finding something you'll like for a while." He pointed out, happily.
It might have seemed little, and Alfred had said it so childishly, but Arthur was satisfied at least that Alfred would rest. Really he was just worried about him. He needed Alfred to get better. He hated that he was so injured. And for some reason he thought that Alfred was healing slowly. Of course, he had no experience with these sort of injuries out of his books, but he had hoped the wounds would at least be scabbed over by now.
He returned with the TV and smiled at the apology. "Oh, it's fine." He said. "It probably does me some good to do some exercise." He said, setting it up there. "Besides, it's not that heavy and I'd rather that than you have to move right now." He'd move it back and forth every day that Alfred was here if that'd save him from opening his cuts again. "Almost done, bare with me a while." He said, touching Alfred's shoulder briefly as he headed back to the bedroom to fetch the DVD player and the cables. Returning to the sitting room he knelt in front of it, and set it all up, then turned to Alfred, holding his hand out for the DVD he wanted to watch.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 28, 2011 7:10:19 GMT
"Mm, my younger self had good taste." He teased back softly. "But really, most of the videos weren't transferred onto the system we currently have, so I couldn't see them." Shifting, he rest a foot up on the coffee table, trying to make his foot not fall asleep as he handed him the dvd case.
It had taken Arthur longer than it should have to merely hook the thing up though..."Hey, Arthur...You aren't very good with technology stuff, are ya." Was the statement that slipped out, a playful smile on his lips as the movie started, going through previews. It didn't bother him though, it kind of reminded him of his mother actually. She was stuck home so much she was the one he'd go to to hook things up, and usually she couldn't do a thing....Ignoring a pang, Alfreds eyes then focused on the film.
The duration of the film, he honestly was interested. He puffed out indignantly at the old woman, hummed quietly to the songs, and at the action parts he really got into it, cheering for the heroes. However, near the end, when the parents were getting the festival together, or their lantern more specifically...He couldn't help it. Tears started drifting down his cheeks. He had to turn away then, and without warning, he stood. "I...Bathroom." Was all that was uttered before he went into the room.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 28, 2011 13:39:16 GMT
It had taken Arthur a while to deal with all the wires and cables, even though he'd just unplugged them. Technology really had never been his strong point. He was one of the rare people who still wrote by hand before transferring it onto the computer. Technology had a habit of... suddenly breaking around him too, and that was not counting the times he'd got irritated with something enough to kick it. "Not really." He admitted. "I don't really like it." He fell quiet, though, settling into the sofa to watch the film.
While he was interested in some of the story, he found other parts a bit trying to be honest, and didn't get into it as much as Alfred did. He started as Alfred shifted, not quite getting a good enough glance of his face to be able to see the tears, and frowned as the other man jumped up. "Alfred, wai--" He tried, but Alfred was already gone. Quickly, he paused the film and rushed after Alfred to the bathroom. He didn't know what had happened! Had his stomach started playing up again?
Leaning on the wall beside the bathroom door, he rapped lightly against the wood with his knuckle. Well, he couldn't hear him throwing up at least? "Alfred? What is it? Are you all right?" He asked, concern heavy in his voice.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 29, 2011 8:37:57 GMT
That made Alfred smile, finding it funny and...Well, a little cute that the olderman seemed to have such an issue with technology, which was made to make peoples lives easier. Stiill, he settled down happily once the film started, intently staring at the screen. Arthur not getting as in to the movie as him didn't see to bother the younger man, but he would occasionally nudge the other at the funny parts.
Once in the bathroom, Alfred sat down after closing the toilet lid. Resting his arm on the counter, his head rest on that, then hid his eyes in his arm, ignoring the wetness that rolled down it. The crying was silent, something he had quickly learned to do when he left, and now was no difference. To be honest, he couldn't even put his finger on why that scene had bothered him so much. Maybe it was the lack of hope that was quite well animated in the King. Maybe it was because he missed his parents, and while he didn't believe in an afterlife, perhaps they missed him. He missed them a lot.
Either way, he swallowed before responding. "Sorry, I suddenly felt like puking, so I wanted to be in here if it happened." Surprisingly Alfreds voice was rather strong, being the good little actor he was. A faint twinge went through him at the little lie, but, it was better for them both. It took awhile, around fifteen minutes, before he slowly stood again, the tears stopped. Washing his face in the sink, Alfred looked in the mirror, frowning. The water had taken care of the tear stains, but his eyes were still red.
...Well, if he kept his face angled away from Arthur, he wouldn't notice. Swallowing faintly again, he then rubbed his eyes and opened the door, leaning on the doorframe. The sudden movement had tugged on the stitches, but, luckily they didn't tear. "Sorry..." Alfred mumbled, eyes falling to the floor. At least he had calmed down enough to not show the sadness.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2011 16:45:19 GMT
Well, Alfred sounded all right, but Arthur frowned. Something didn't feel right at all. He'd thought that Alfred had been looking a bit better. Sighing, he leant more into the wall, closing his eyes. "All right. Be careful." He said, unable to hide the concern from his voice. He didn't want Alfred to make himself worse. He stayed by the door, waiting for Alfred to return.
When he heard the water running he straightened up, patiently waiting. When the door opened, Arthur reached out for Alfred worriedly. "It's all right. I'm just worried about you." Arthur said, stating the obvious. "Come back to the sofa and rest for a bit... Unless you'd rather lie down?" He asked, looking at him, looking for any signs of what exactly might be wrong. "I paused the film so we can continue it if you want."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 29, 2011 18:43:58 GMT
"Um...Yeah, let's finish the movie." Alfred mumured, nodding softly and then reaching out, he rest his hand on the others shoulder for stability. "Stomache hurts from that move, so.." Was mumbled, attempting to explain himself, but he softly held on anyways. To be honest he felt a bit dizzy, so sitting down and drinking something sounded like a good idea.
The blonde was very good at hiding if there was anything wrong, he just made sure to kind of keep his head down like he wasn't feeling well, to hide his eyes under his bangs. It wasn't cool for a hero to cry. "And um...Can I have some water too please..?" It was a somewhat meek request, to ask someone to do something for him still was something he wasn't used to. In any case, once they move and he was settled down his eyes closed and his head rested on the back of the couch, fighting the dizzy spell.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2011 19:56:02 GMT
Surprised when Alfred reached out for him, Arthur moved to wrap an arm around the younger man's waist, pulling him in and supporting him. "It's all right, I don't mind helping." He quickly reassured him, but it didn't reassure him any to hear that Alfred's stomach was hurting again. That worried him. He'd have to have another look before he let Alfred sleep to check that the stitches hadn't torn again.
He helped Alfred back to the sofa, and was surprised again by the meek request. "Of course you can." He helped him to sit down, and frowned worriedly when Alfred closed his eyes. "Try and rest." He said, quickly, gently releasing him, and then moving to get him a glass of water. He sat down beside him with it, but didn't start the movie up again, waiting for Alfred to look a bit better. After all, he'd been enjoying it, he probably wouldn't appreciate missing a bit because he was feeling sick. "Are you all right?" He asked, worriedly.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 31, 2011 21:38:18 GMT
Quickly falling lax into the cushions of the couch, Alfreds eyes closed as he swallowed attempting to get the dry, sick feeling out of his throat. When that didn't work, he accepted the water and took a few sips, rubbing his eyes afterwards with a noise. Well he felt a bit better now at least, and he supposed that was what counted...Blinking at the question, he smiled weakly and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm ok...Go ahead and unpause it, I'll be good the rest of the film." The water was gone in around five minutes of the slight sips, but at least he seemed to intently watch the movie, though he was by no means as exciteable as he was previously. The ending made him smile softly, but it also was sad. Quickly changing his mind to not think of such things, he looked at Arthur with a smile. "I liked it." Well that was decided rather quickly, but he didn't see anything wrong with that.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 5, 2011 17:17:03 GMT
Arthur watched Alfred sip his water worriedly. Even Alfred's reassurance did little to help, but Arthur did settle down beside him and unpause the film. His eyes were more on Alfred than the film, though. He couldn't hide his concern. He did relax somewhat, though, as the film continued and Alfred seemed to be all right.
As the film ended, he looked at Alfred again, already anticipating his opinion. He looked better, he noticed, and he chuckled. "I'm glad." He leant in a little and put his hand to Alfred's forehead, checking his temperature. He wanted him to feel better, but wasn't quite sure how. "Do you still want to watch the other film, or would you rather sleep?" He asked, watching him in concern. He didn't mind either way - Alfred would be resting, and that was really what was important.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 5, 2011 18:37:28 GMT
Well Alfred certainly tried his best at acting like he was alright, which he was told he was pretty good at. Once Arthur relaxed he did as well though, not wanting him to be worried for him. Smiling at him, he hummed to him before he closed an eye at the hand on his forehead, sticking his tongue out faintly. "I'm finnne."
Pondering that, Alfred leaned back then smiled. "I want to watch the other movie." It's not like it'd kill him to stay up and watch another movie, besides, he knew that one would cheer him up. Shifting, he rest a hand on his front, gently touching the stitches, and looked pleased as they didn't feel broken.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 8, 2011 20:09:25 GMT
Alfred was obviously well enough to start complaining about being looked after again, Arthur thought as he pulled his hand away. He resisted the urge to stick his tongue back out at the younger man. That was childish and really not needed. "Good. Try and stay that way." He said, relaxing back.
Nodding at the request for the second movie, Arthur got up to change the discs over, putting the old one back in the case and then starting up the new one. As he returned to Alfred's side he noticed Alfred checking his wounds, and smiled when Alfred looked satisfied. "They're still all right?" He asked, as he settled back in next to him, resting comfortably into the sofa and watching Alfred as he skipped through the adverts to get to the main menu. "If they've started to scab over a bit by tomorrow you can have a bath." He said, hoping that would be a good incentive to get Alfred to stay still.
Finally reaching the main menu, Arthur started the film and put the remote back, closing his eyes for a moment. As he settled a little more, he leant into Alfred a little, obviously comfortable close for some reason. He was careful to not actually touch or lean against him, though, not wanting to make Alfred uncomfortable.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 3:38:47 GMT
"I promise nothing." Alfred responded, teasing obviously since he personally didn't enjoy being bed ridden any more than Arthur probably liked to be taking care of him. Nodding at the question though, he relaxed furthur into the sofa, enjoying the familiar previews run through and then rubbing his eyes relaxedly.
He was silent through the entirety of the film, enjoying it as it played and not having any issues with it. Rolling his shoulders, he smiled at Arthur when it finished, and it seemed that he hadn't been bothered by the others faintly cuddly affections. When it was finished though, he was obviously tired, and allowed Arthur to help him on back into bed. Even as Arthur checked his wounds, it took only a few minutes before the younger man dozed off, his eyes closing as he slipped off.
The next morning, however, wasn't as peaceful. Alfred woke up earlier than he normally would--At least while he was wounded and in Arthurs residence. Glancing around, he frowned, then shifted and moved slowly. Touching his stomache, he decided his wounds were doing better than before, and slowly moved off of the bed...He was going to have that bath, with or without Arthurs permission. Moving to the door, he opened it slightly, peeking out. When he didnt see Arthur moving around, and instead heard some clanging in the kitchen, he made his move, quickly slipping out and closing the door after him before he snuck towards the bathroom. All of his ninja skills were coming out now, as he attempted to get to his destination.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 5:23:42 GMT
As the film finished, Arthur looked over at Alfred. It was obvious to see that he was tired. “Come on, bed.” He said, standing up and giving no space for argument. Gently, he helped Alfred up and supported him back into the bedroom. Once he was safely in bed and tucked in, Arthur wished him a good night. He waited by his side until he fell asleep though, before returning to the sitting room.
The sofa still smelt faintly of Alfred as he curled up in his blankets to get some sleep himself, and it was oddly comforting as he drifted off to sleep. Perhaps because of that, he slept peacefully, waking feeling refreshed and comfortable. He stretched and then dozed for a while, enjoying the warm nest of blankets that he’d made on his sofa. Eventually, though, he forced himself to rise, moving to the kitchen to start some tea, before going to check on Alfred to see if he was still awake.
He didn’t really expect him to be awake yet, much less up and sneaking towards the bathroom, so perhaps it wasn’t too surprising that he froze for a moment. “Alfred Jones, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He rushed over, wrapping an arm around him. “I thought I already told you to stay still. Do you need the bathroom again?” It was obvious that he was headed in that direction at least. Adjusting his hold on him, he looked at Alfred, and then pulled him gently over towards it.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 5:47:17 GMT
The sudden yell made him jump slightly, but Alfred faintly grunted as Arthur hurried on over, leaning into the wall slightly before he gave a nervous grin, glancing around. "Uh...Yeah, sure..." He responded, clearing his throat before he shifted. "Actually...Um...I want to shower. Badly." Nodding faintly, he cleared his throat, then moved towards the room once again.
Pausing to yawn, Alfred then ran his fingers through his hair, wincing at how the strands felt. "So...Yeah. I'm gonna do it." he said happily, moving without warning towards the bathroom. Really he couldn't help it, even if it made Arthur mad, he wasn't going to take no. Not when he felt so crappy and wanting to take a shower to get clean.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 6:10:55 GMT
Glancing at Alfred, Arthur frowned. Well… he should have guessed really. “Fine, but let me have a look at your chest first.” He said firmly. “And you’re having a bath. That way at least you can sit down.” Otherwise he’d have to worry about Alfred slipping and falling and hurting himself again. He guided Alfred into the bathroom and put the lid on the loo down, sitting him down there.
Giving him a moment to recover, Arthur moved over towards the bath, starting the water. He made sure that it wasn’t too hot – he didn’t want Alfred to burn himself. Perhaps he was being a little over protective, but given Alfred’s wounds perhaps it could be forgiven.
“Can I take your shirt off?” He asked, hands already moving to the edge of it. He at least wanted to see if they were healing. It wouldn’t do Alfred any good to bathe with them on either.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 6:21:27 GMT
Alfred of course whined, wanting to take a shower instead, but he allowed Arthur to lead the way, huffing slightly to himself. Making a noise, he then leaned his head into Arthur before he sat, watching what Arthur was doing. Of course, he was amused that Arthur seemed to be so protective over what was going on.
Frowning when Arthur moved in, Alfred shifted, but then nodded slightly, moving his arms so that his shirt could be pulled up and off. Smiling at him a bit nervously, blue eyes then focused on the water, attempting to ignore that Arthur would be taking his clothing off for him. Instead he watched as the water filled the tub, eager despite it not being a shower.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 6:30:15 GMT
Arthur just took Alfred's shirt off for now, putting it to one side. Leaning over, he then unwrapped the bandages around him, frowning a little as he saw the wounds again. Somehow he'd forgotten how awful they were since he'd last seen them. "Sit still for a moment." He warned him, as he reached over, stopping the water off.
Once he'd checked the temperature he returned to Alfred's side, kneeling in front of him so he could get a better look. "Lean back." He told Alfred, gently pushing him so the light would be better. They'd stopped bleeding, he noticed, and started to scabbed over. He still looked dreadful, but it was better than before. Sighing, he nodded and stood up again. "All right. Are you going to be all right to get yourself into the bath?" He asked, obviously worried.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 6:39:48 GMT
A small noise of pain slipped out as his shirt was tugged off, but otherwise it didnt seem to bug him as much. Nodding, instead he just relaxed, curiously arching a brow at the fact that Arthur was checking the water. Never before had he felt more like a child. Still, if it made the guy happy..
A soft whine slipped out but he nodded, leaning back a little before he shivered at the exposed position. Looking to the side, he was slking slightly, not liking this, but he perked up at that. "Yes! Course I am! Get out, please." He grinned, already starting to get his pants undone so that he could get in!
Moving, he attempted to shoo Arthur out, and as soon as he was out he closed the door. Stripping, he moved into the water carefully, sitting down in the water. Frowning, he shifted, but then paused, realizing he had nothing to wash himself with....Sighing out, for now he attempted to get his hair wet though, cupping his hands in the water and getting his hair wet.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 6:49:38 GMT
It wasn't hard to see that Alfred was uncomfortable, so Arthur backed off, sighing. "Fine, fine." As he straightened up he noted how Alfred was already starting to strip, and blushed a little, not sure how comfortable he was with that. "Be careful." He said, as he let Alfred push him back out into the hallway.
Arthur hesitated for a moment out in the corridor, unsure what to do. He didn't want to leave Alfred - what if he got in trouble and Arthur wasn't there to help him? But it also made him feel odd hanging out in the corridor awkwardly. He pulled himself away to finish his tea, but then ended up bringing the mug with him back to the bathroom. "Alfred, you're welcome to use any of my soaps you need." He called through, realising he hadn't told him that before. "And when you're ready there's towels in the cupboard under the sink."
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