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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 7:30:04 GMT
After a moment, Alfred leaned back in the bath, letting out a quiet groan. Managing to slip down the side, he soon felt water around his hair, and he breathed out a soft moan of pleasure at feeling the immediate feeling of being cleaner. He still heard that though, and he hummed out in affirmation before he slowly moved, sitting up.
...And found he couldn't reach anything while sitting down. Frowning, he stared up at the shampoos, attempting to get it a few more times, before whining out. Shifting, he slowly made to get up on his knees, but it was almost immediate that his knee slipped, causing him to yelp loudly, his hand slamming down on the edge of the tub to regain his balance. Damnit! His chest ached, but he ignored it, reaching up and snagging the shampoo anyway, the defiant bastard he was.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 12, 2011 20:46:03 GMT
Hearing the hum and taking that as acknowledgement, Arthur relaxed a little bit, but he didn't move away from the door. Using his tea to warm his hands and chest, he relaxed against the wall, listening to the echoey splashes of Alfred moving around. At least it sounded like he wasn't doing anything too rash... yet. Distracted for a moment, he sniffed his tea, but could feel that it was still too hot to drink.
His attention snapped back to Alfred when he heard him yelp, and Arthur started to the door. He managed to stop himself with one hand on the door handle, reminding himself that it would probably make Alfred uncomfortable just to burst in. "Alfred? Are you all right?" He asked, worriedly, looking at the door as though he could see the boy through it. He wished that he could see what he was doing. "Don't make me come in there and bathe you." He warned, only half playfully. That would probably be awkward and uncomfortable for both of them, but he would if he felt that Alfred needed it.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 12, 2011 21:32:32 GMT
The worry that he could practically feel radiating from the door hardly concerned him, and he just rubbed his head a little, closing his eyes tightly as he managed to wash his hair. "Y-yeah I'm fine! Don't come in!" That was practically a whine though, because despite the reassurance he was in a bit of pain and he could feel his chest cursing at him for it.
Of course, as he finished shampooing, he realized he'd have to move again to rinse it..And as he was considering how to do this, suds got in his eyes and he hissed out. Quickly he attempted to use the water to rinse it without putting his face in it, but it didnt work, making more fall down in his face.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 0:23:38 GMT
Frowning as Alfred said he was fine, Arthur hesitated for a moment longer anyway, chewing on his lip. Eventually, though, he sighed, releasing his hold on the door knob. "Fine. But be more careful!" He said, moving away, intending to head to the kitchen to make a start on breakfast. After putting his mug down, though, he found himself wondering back towards the corridor so he could check on Alfred again.
Leaning back against the wall, Arthur listened to Alfred splashing around again, wondering what he was doing. He started when he heard a hiss from inside, and this time had the door open before he realised what he was doing. "Alfred, have you hurt yourself?" He asked. He at least had the sense to keep his eyes on Alfred's face, and he frowned when he saw the foam. Moving forward and grabbing a towel, he stopped at the side of the bath. "Let me help you."
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 1:47:05 GMT
The younger man was struggling a bit with the cleaning, and he could already feel the tears as he attempted to get the suds out. However, when he heard the door open he jumped and quickly curled into a fetal position, covering himself up quickly. "I-I can take care of it myself!"
The steps coming closer scared him, and quickly he curled in more, attempting to open his eyes despite the burning. "I don't need help! Really!" Still he couldnt help but hiss again at the sting. "Agh! Damnit!" Quickly he rubbed on his eyes with water again, tensing from the pain.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 2:10:19 GMT
Pausing, Arthur looked at Alfred. He didn't want to make things worse, but... Well, he was already in the room now, and basically by the bath too. Taking one more step closer, he knelt over the bath, dipping the cloth in the water, and then gently wiped Alfred's face clean. "I don't want to hurt you, I just want to help you." He said, softly. He was careful to keep his eyes on Alfred's face, though, not making things worse than they were already.
Leaving Alfred with the cloth, he pulled the conditioner and body wash closer for him too, and put a towel on the edge of the bath. "There. Now relax and be more bloody careful!" Arthur said, giving Alfred another worried look, before heading him back to the door so Alfred could recover a bit and finish his bath.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 2:15:34 GMT
The touch caused Alfred to flinch, and faintly he made a noise as his face was wiped, curling up tighter than he was. The sounds of the bottles being moved made him curiously open an eye, and he watched what eh was doing for a moment. Finally he relaxed slightly when Arthur made to move though.
Nodding faintly, slowly he shifted in the tub, reaching for the bottle of conditioner next, attempting to open it...He ended up with his fingers slipping and hitting himself in the chest, which he yelped at. "Gah! Why are they making things so slippery nowadays?!" He grumbled, apparently having expected Arthur to already be gone by now.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 3:00:30 GMT
The flinch did make Arthur feel bad but he knew he was only trying to help, and perhaps when Alfred realised that he wasn't going to hurt him he'd relax a bit. He'd have to learn to relax around people sooner or later, though forcing it wasn't the best of plans either.
He froze again when he heard the splash and sighed, closing his eyes, before turning on his heel. "You're so useless." He said, rolling his eyes. Moving back over, he rescued the conditioner from the water. "Alfred... Will you let me wash your hair?" He asked, frowning a little at him. He probably shouldn't have left him to wash his hair in the first place anyway. Reaching up to rinse it must pull on his wounds. "I promise I won't touch you anywhere else." He offered, a little unsure.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 7:06:27 GMT
Blinking a bit in surprise at Arthur apparently still being there, Alfred frowned slightly, curling slightly again but he pulled the towel faintly. "...Can I get the towel wet?" He mumbled, looking a bit annoyed with himself for not even being able to manage this. How useless could he be?!
He still pulled the towel in without a response, not wanting to feel exposed to the other at all despite the fact that he was pretty sure he had good intentions. Really, he knew that he should just accept the help, which he was resisting as long as he could. Quickly he moved the towel around as it got wet, making sure it covered everything and wouldnt drift away in the water. "I...Fine...Otherwise you'll nag me, right?.."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 9:31:07 GMT
Not quite sure what Alfred was intending, Arthur nodded, and sighed when the other man pulled it into the bathtub with him. Well, if that made him feel more comfortable. He made an effort not to look down anyway, hoping that that would make Alfred feel more comfortable too. He did frown to see that Alfred looked annoyed, but he just sighed out, leaning forward to run his fingers through Alfred's already wet hair.
"Afraid so. Did you manage the shampoo?" He asked, looking over for it. "Don't worry, I'll be quick, then I'll leave you to wash yourself and relax a bit." Alfred would probably need a moment to himself, but it was good that he was accepting this at least.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 9:39:08 GMT
Hearing the audible sigh, Alfred immediately looked up at Arthur, looking guilty like he had done something that was very bad, and therefore was sorry for it. However, the thought of this experience in itself made him uncomfortable, but said nothing for now, just closing an eye as the fingers ran through the wet strands. Nodding at the question, he hummed. "Well, mostly anyway." Was mumbled, but he was just hunching himself over for now, not leaving his front exposed since his back was against the side of the tub anyway.
Softly he nodded though and then after he made sure the shampoo was at least out, his eyes closed tightly, not wanting to get any conditioner in them--he figured that would be even more painful. "Sorry about this.." It was obvious Arthur was a bit uncomfortable with this, or at least he believed he was. Softly he played with the material of the towel, just to keep his hands busy.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 22:55:45 GMT
That look made Arthur feel even worse, and he ruffled his hair a little, trying to reassure him. "I'll rinse it out for you, then." He said. He could see how Alfred was trying to protect himself, and felt a little guilty. Moving, he grabbed a cup so he could rinse Alfred's hair out without making him lie down and sit up again, using his free hand to make sure that the soapy water didn't fall into his eyes. He also was careful not to let his hands drift any lower than Alfred's neck, just washing his hair.
"It's all right, it's not your fault." Arthur hesitated, conditioner in his hands. "I'm sorry too. I know this is... difficult, but I don't want you to hurt yourself." He gently rubbed it through Alfred's hair. "Maybe a shower would have been a better idea after all, but then I would have worried that you'd fall and hurt yourself." He told him, sighing softly. "Tomorrow I'll make sure that everything is laid out easier for you to do it yourself, all right?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 23:04:11 GMT
Eyes closed once again as Arthur began washing the rest of the suds out, and he made a quiet noise before he slightly nodded at the suggestion. "Kay.." He murmured. However, surprisingly he seemed quite alright with his head being rubbed, just relaxing into the hands faintly with a soft murmur.
"It's...Not too bad, I guess..."The younger man mumbled. After all, it could be much, much worse than this. Once Arthur finished with that and Alfred was sure nothing was going to get in his eyes, his attention turned up towards Arthur, cocking his head as he considered the older man. "...You'd make a good parent, I think."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 23:23:12 GMT
It was good to feel Alfred relaxing under his hands and Arthur did a little too. It was nicer to know that Alfred was comfortable than to feel that he was making him feel worse. And he smiled a little when Alfred admitted that it wasn't too bad, wondering if that meant that he was enjoying it. He still made sure to keep his hands only on Alfred's hair, as he finished working the shampoo through and reached for the cup again.
"First I'm a good nurse, and now a parent?" He huffed slightly, and gently pushed at Alfred's shoulders and tipped his head back so he could rinse his hair without getting soap in his eyes. "I think what you mean to say is I have the patience to put up with idiots like you." He said, but he was smiling, teasing Alfred to try and make things a little more comfortable. He ran his fingers through Alfred's hair again as he poured cup after cup full of water though his hair, working the conditioner out to leave Alfred's hair soft again. "Anyway, I wouldn't. You're not a child." He pointed out, as he ran his fingers through Alfred's hair one more time, checking all the conditioner was out. "There. Is that better?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 23:38:24 GMT
Alfred lightly shifted in the water, his fingers running through it, and he just kept his eyes closed while Arthur worked. "Mn, true. But you seem to kind of enjoy parent-ey stuff all the same." He was teasing back obviously. As the older finished, cautiously he opened an eye then the other before touching the strands. "Mhm! Thanks, Arthur."
A small smile was directed at him, and then he pushed his hair back, not wanting the wet strands in his face. "Much better." Sighing out, he finally just leaned back up against the wall, ignoring the faint pain as he enjoyed the warm water for the moment, getting his arms and, gently, his chest clean. Of course, while he was doing so, he didn't notice that the towel was moving with the movements and drifting upwards...Just when he had gotten comfortable, too.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 13, 2011 23:50:56 GMT
Rolling his eyes at that, Arthur lightly tugged on his hair. "Just because I'm looking after you doesn't mean I enjoy parenty stuff. I'm just trying to make sure that you don't do something stupid while you're injured." He said. "Anyway, how do you know that it isn't just you?"
As Alfred seemed to relax, Arthur pushed the body wash over to him so he could reach it without having to stretch, and then moved to grab a clean towel for him as well. As he returned, he couldn't help but notice that the first towel was moving away, and he quickly looked away, cheeks darkening a little. "A-ah. If you're all right now, I'll leave you to wash yourself. Do you want me to get you some clothes to change into too?" He didn't know what Alfred had in his bag, or Arthur could see what he could find for him out of his own clothes.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 13, 2011 23:56:17 GMT
Whining out softly as his hair was tugged, Alfred just snickered and softly batted at the hand, relaxing. "Well then, if it is I guess I'll just have to feel special then. "Nodding, he soon finished with his chest and finally relaxed, feeling all over quiet clean now.
Alfred blinked at the redness, not having noticed what he was looking at, and he softly nodded as he thought, stretching himself slightly annnd that was enough to let Arthur have a good glimpse of what he was packing...Which really was quite huge, all around. "Mm? That'd be great. I have some pj pants that should be ok...Probably not bother with a shirt." He didnt have a button up one so he didnt really want to put on a t-shirt.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 0:21:39 GMT
"You are... "special"." Arthur said, with a snicker, ruffling his hair, but more fondly this time. At least Alfred looked a lot more comfortable now, and hopefully being clean would make him feel better for the rest of the day too. There was only so much Arthur could do to keep Alfred comfortable, and if this made him feel better then he was happy.
As Alfred stretched, Arthur found his eyes moving downwards, and he looked away too late, his cheeks darkening further. "Um, all right. I'll find them for you." He said, quickly, moving to the door and this time actually slipping out. Once the door was closed behind him, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, then moved to find Alfred's bag. Rummaging through it, he found the trousers, and then moving to his own drawers found a flannel pyjama shirt that was too big for him and should fit Alfred. He wasn't sure how comfortable he'd be with Alfred walking around shirtless, and it was button up so that'd make it easier to check Alfred's chest if he needed to during the day.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 0:37:02 GMT
Once again, the look was unnoticed and Alfred merely relaxed, adjusting his towel and then resting his head on the side of the tub with a soft happy sigh. It only took a few minutes, but he could already feel himself dozing off, so he figured that wsa when he should get out. The water was getting cold anyway.
Making a noise, he moved, slowly sitting up again, and then stood up. Carefully getting out of the tub, ALfred snagged the towel from where Arthur had left it and, after drying himself off, managed to at least get the towel on his head for a swipe before tugging it off. "Didja find it?" He called, looking towards the door while he quickly wrapped the towel around his hips, unaware that Arthur had already gotten a good look at him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 0:44:59 GMT
Returning to the bathroom, Arthur was pleased to see that Alfred was out of the bath and covered up again already. It wasn't that he was a prude - more the opposite. Arthur couldn't deny that Alfred was (very) attractive, and that was the last thing that Alfred needed at the moment. "Hm... I think so." Arthur held out the trousers for him, and then the shirt too. "I brought this too, I think it might fit you." It might be a little snug, but from what Arthur could see it wouldn't be tight enough to restrict Alfred's movements or pull on his wounds.
He let Alfred take the clothes, then looked away again. "I'll go start on breakfast." He said, to give Alfred some space. He gave him a small smile, before pulling away, pulling the door to behind him. As he returned to the kitchen he finally remembered his tea, and sipped it, while he debated what to get for breakfast.
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