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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 0:52:57 GMT
Accepting the clothes, Alfred nodded as they were the ones hehad been thinking of. Still, the shirt made him smile faintly and nod lightly. "Well if it doesnt I can just leave it open...As long as I feel like I have something on it's..better." Returning the smile, Alfred nodded, and as soon as the door was closed he set the clothing on the counter.
Focusing on finishing his drying, carefully the clothing was pulled on after he pulled the plug for the bathtub. The shirt was a bit hard to do, but he managed, looking pleased with himself..However, Arthur was right, he did need a few minutes to himself. Making sure the toilet seat was down, he sat, and just stared forwards for a moment...Ok now the feelings of uncomfortableness returned and he curled a leg up, hugging it as well as he could. HIding his face on his knee, he took a few breaths, attempting to relax again. He wouldn't admit it, but that had been terrifying actually...
Rubbing his face, he frowned, and then finally stood. Holding on the towel, he managed to get it on his head again so he wouldnt get the shirt as damp before he headed out to see what Arthur was up to. Hopefully not something greasy or...Burnt. He wouldn't tell Arthur it but his cooking did leave a bit to be desired...But ah well. Better than eating garbage, right?
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 1:18:30 GMT
Nodding, Arthur could understand that, and he hadn't had nearly the same problems that Alfred had. It might seem strange given the form fitting clothes that Arthur wore on his nights out, but he preferred not to strip down completely in front of people, and knew that even having an open shirt on was more comfortable than having nothing.
After sipping from his tea, he realised that Alfred was taking a while in the bathroom, but forced himself to give him space. He glanced around, trying to decide what to make for breakfast, but in the end just laid the table with cereal, and set some jam and butter out in case Alfred wanted toast too. He put the kettle on so he could make a drink for Alfred and another cup of tea for himself, but then sat down to wait for Alfred and sip from his tea.
When he heard the bathroom door finally open, he put his tea down and moved to meet Alfred, wrapping one arm around him to support him, but not taking his weight this time, letting Alfred walk of his own accord. "Is that better?" He asked, as he led him over to the table, just in time to hear the kettle boil. "Do you want coffee? Or tea?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 1:22:06 GMT
Smiling faintly when Arthur moved to join him again, Alfred hummed as he was supported, not minding it as much. His body felt relaxed enough he appreciated having something to lean on. "Mmn....I think just tea would be ok...Maybe something minty if you got it..?"
Once at the table, he carefully sat down, and hummed to see the cereal.He couldn't really remember the last time he had a bowl of cereal to be honest...And he really wasn't surprised that Arthur seemed to have just 'old person' stuff. Selecting the raisin bran, he poured that in his bowl, peeking over at Arthur with a noise.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 1:30:56 GMT
"... I might have some mint tea." Arthur said, frowning a little as he thought. He helped Alfred to the table, sitting him down, then moved back into the kitchen, rummaging for a moment. He did manage to find a packet in the end, and checked the date before selecting one for Alfred and making their teas, carrying them over to the table.
"If you want toast as well, I'll put some in for you." Arthur said, smiling at him as he pushed the tea over towards him. He knew what Alfred's appetite was like. Arthur wasn't feeling particularly hungry that morning, but he pulled the bran flakes over and poured a small bowl, eating it to save any argument. At least with Alfred around he didn't end up with lots of old food lying around, even if his food bill had gone up quite a bit in the last few months. Fortunately Arthur could easily afford it, and didn't mind making sure that Alfred had a few decent meals as often as possible.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 1:38:05 GMT
"Please, after you finish?" He requested as he accepted the cup, sipping on it softly after he blew some air on it. Pouring the milk in as well, he began eating slowly. Odd for him of course, but he was doing it to keep track of how his stomache felt so he could quit when he felt the need to.
"Hey Arthur, I had a weird dream." The setting had reminded him for some reason, but for once he was pleased to say that it hadn't been a particularily bad dream. Playing with the cereal, he waited for it to get slightly more soggy so it'd be easier to digest as he toyed with the spoon as well. "I was in a jet plane, and I was flying it over the ocean. And...Um, there was some other guys in other planes. It was really detailed, actually..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 2:45:52 GMT
Nodding, Arthur smiled at him. Since Alfred was eating slower at the moment, perhaps they'd finish at about the same time for once. Still, if Alfred was going to have cereal and toast, that was more than he'd eaten so far, so Arthur was pleased for that at least. It was bad enough that Alfred was injured, no need for him to be under eating too.
Looking up at the mention of a dream, Arthur pursed his lips. "Really?" He asked, watching Alfred play with his food. He hoped that didn't mean that he was feeling sick again. Frowning more as Alfred detailed his dream, he shook his head. "That sounds interesting, actually. How old were the planes? From World War III?" He asked, curiously. "What happened?" Arthur had some very vivid dreams of his own, but most were of fairies or far off lands, aside from that one recurring nightmare that had haunted him all his life, and there was little chance of him telling Alfred about that. He liked Alfred, but that dream... He'd never told anyone about it.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 7:58:22 GMT
By the time he was done with his bowl though, he ended up declining the toast, just settling back to rest a hand on his stomache while he considered the questions. "...No, they seem like they were an older model...WWII maybe...It kind of looked that way anyway. And um, we were flying, doing a routine scouter mission or something..." Pausing, his brow furrowed as he attempted to recall all of the other details.
"Nothing really happened..And um.." Softly he prodded the spoon. "...Then we landed, on a naval ship..And...You were there!" He perked, finally remembering more than just the thrill of flying that craft. "You were there, and you looked really pissed off, and then we went to this room because we were going to talk about somethin' important, and you gave me ice cream." Well this dream just sounded better already, minus the pissy Arthur bit.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 21:28:05 GMT
Arthur frowned lightly when Alfred changed his mind about the toast, but didn't press him about it. At least he ate his cereal. He forced his own down while he listened to him, watching Alfred. It was oddly cute, the way that his brow furrowed as he thought. Arthur frowned himself, though, as he tried to remember what planes looked like in WWII. He'd seen some pictures of Spitfires, at least, so he had a vague idea, but they didn't seem like the right planes for Alfred.
One eyebrow rose when he heard that he'd been there as well, and he snorted to hear that he had ice cream for Alfred. "That seems like a somewhat anticlimactic ending." He said, with a chuckle. Until then it had sounded, well, fairly structured for a dream, but the ice cream was so out of place it couldn't really be anything but. "Hmm..." Speaking of ice cream, maybe that would be something that Alfred could eat easily without upsetting his stomach. Arthur still had some left over from last time Alfred had visited, but he could always get some more.
"Do you know what you want to do today? We can play a game if you're sick of watching movies." He suggested, with a small smile.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 21:59:19 GMT
Alfred nodded, resting his chin on his hand as he considered the dream. "Well...It sounds kind of like a weird ending, but I think you were there waiting for awhile so thats why you were in a bad mood..And um...I dunno, as weird as it sounds, the ice cream bit seemed...Right." It was really hard to explain why, and Alfred was already struggling with it.
Shaking his head to leave the thoughts though, he smiled at Arthur a bit sheepishly. The mention of a game made his blue eyes widen though and he perked up with a grin. "Yeah that sounds fun! What games do you have?" They could easily play one here, his stomache wasnt minding him sitting at the table much it seemed.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 14, 2011 23:02:59 GMT
"You're just saying it was right because you like ice cream." Arthur said, with a smile. "Anyway, if I was waiting there for a while then it should have melted." He pointed out. Standing up, he started to clear the table for Alfred, leaving their drinks out for now.
Nodding as that was accepted, Arthur pursed his lips. "Hang on, I'll go and see." Heading out into the corridor, he rummaged in a cupboard for a minute, and came back with a couple of traditional board games and a small pile of puzzles. The board games looked pretty much unused, but at least the puzzles had been opened. "Here, pick what you want while I finished tidying up." Arthur offered, putting them down in front of Alfred so he could see, and then moving into the kitchen to wash up. Once everything was cleaned up and put back in it's rightful place he returned to Alfred to see what he'd selected.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Apr 14, 2011 23:33:52 GMT
"Well it was, a bit. But you apparently had it in a little cooler, if I remember right..SOmething like that anyway." Watching Arthur, he waited for the moment then perked at the games, nodding and then looking through the small selection. By the time that Arthur had returned, he had suggested a good game for two people, and was already starting to set things up.
It was around three days later that being cooped up started to bother Alfred. He felt he was bothering Arthur, and as time had gone by he had actually gotten quieter and quieter. At least he felt a bit better about being around Arthur, but then that damned paranoid side of him would continually act up, saying it was an act and he was just waiting for his chance...Shivering at the thought, Alfred shifted in the bed, before finally he stood up. Turning on the light, since the door was closed, he took a moment to look at the wounds...
Nothing that would kill him as long as he took care of his chest. He was itching to get back outside into the woods for awhile now, he needed to be free. Frowning, he looked around the room before gathering up the few thins in here that were his--He had asked Arthur to put the stuff in there. Making sure he had everything that he technically needed, he then stood, pulling on his jacket, and then his bag. Silently he turned off the light again and then opened the door, wincing when it creaked slightly, however, that didn't seem to wake Arthur up.
Thanking his silent ninja skills, he walked past Arthur, managing to carefully get his shoes on, and then open the door. He knew it'd lock behind him anyway. Looking at the older man over his shoulder, he paused, then quietly closed the door again. Finding a sticky note, he quickly wrote a note on it, then stuck it on the others forehead. With that, he made his escape, disappearing into the night.
'Hey Arthur, I'm sorry I bolted. I couldn't stay any longer, though. Really though, thanks for taking care of me. It's been a long time since anyone was stubborn enough to keep me inside to get better. - Al'
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