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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 30, 2011 22:47:48 GMT
"Hahaha! Well, not on you, but I don't think anyone else could really make them look good." He smiled, then arched a brow, obviously not agreeing with that comment. The other shifting didnt really seem to bother him, and he didnt notice the closeness until he shivered, his side ticklish. "That'd be nice...I like rabbits.."
Nodding at the question, Alfred smiled a bit, obviously a bit pleased with it. "Big...And there's a lot of them. I remember um...There was this guy out there, and he's the one who uh....Does maintenance on em, and I met him, ahd he showed me how to fix em and I helped him with them for about a week or so."
"I remember though um...This dude I knew, he got curious about where I went, so he secretly put this tracking device in my bag when I wasn't looking, and um. This camera...It's basically like the same thing they did for sharks or whales, to see what they see? And it broke off from my bag a week after...>Anyway I found out about it, and it freaked me out." he laughed.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 31, 2011 15:45:59 GMT
"You should see my brothers, then." Arthur said with a snicker, before regretting it. He didn't want Alfred to ask too much about his family, because he didn't really want to think about it. He noticed Alfred shiver, and quickly removed his hand to save Alfred from feeling more uncomfortable. "Oh? Well... I couldn't have one here..." Arthur said, frowning. He had been thinking about moving recently. Maybe he'd find somewhere with two bedrooms?
"I read once that there's as many of them as there are people in the cities." Arthur said, smiling. "That must have been really interesting." Part of him wanted to go out to visit them one day - not for the windmills themselves, but for the wilderness around them. That was another thing that he regretted never having been able to see: true wilderness. He'd seen pictures, of course, but that wasn't the same.
Blinking to hear that someone had tried to track Alfred, Arthur frowned. "Why on earth would he do that?" He asked, shifting. He could understand being curious, but that was something different. "I understand why that upset you, though." Arthur would have been seriously freaked out as well, and he was no where near as paranoid as Alfred. "What did you do?"
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Post by Alfred Jones on Jan 31, 2011 21:29:59 GMT
"Really now...Well either way I don't think that they could have them and still look well...Decent. Unless they're like exact replicas of you or something." Alfred replied, but didnt press the matter when he felt Arthur get a bit uncomfortable about talking about them. THe thought of a bunny made him smile though. "Well at least you wouldnt be alone all the time, yes?"
"Ahhh yeah...Except there's way more than that. There's a lot of people consuming energy, so there's a lot of windmills." Nodding at the thought, he lightly scratched his stomache where he could, then hummed out in response, nodding. "I dunno, I think he saw me as a psychological case or something that could make him famous or something like that..."
Eyes closed in thought, but then he smiled amusedly at the question. "Well...Since I knew him for awhile, I knew he was too stupid to record his findings and then back them up on something else...Sooo I hacked and destroyed his computer from the inside out." Chuckling a bit he then reached out, stretching his arms faintly. "And then I went into the wilderness for...I think it was five months? I went and saw the ocean, it was pretty nice...Lot of fish there that's good, too."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 31, 2011 23:13:49 GMT
Arthur shook his head. "I don't think we all look that similar." He had, after all, taken quite a bit after his mother, something that he was rather happy about. While the woman in the photo on the bedside table had an impish face, her eyes were almost identical to Arthur's, and from what could be seen it was clear that they were both slight too.
Nodding as well, Arthur tried to imagine it, but couldn't. Maybe one day he'd go and see them, but he couldn't see any reason why he would. Still, he'd like to. Maybe if he gave Alfred his camera next time he went he'd take some pictures for him.
Frowning, Arthur tilted his head. He still couldn't see any reason for it. He chuckled at what Alfred did, though, and nodded in approval. "Stupid guy. I'm sorry he did that to you, though." He didn't understand why someone would break trust with Alfred when it was so hard to gain it. He was still struggling, wanting Alfred to be as comfortable with him as possible.
"I've seen the see." Arthur said with a nod. "We used to go down every summer. I used to go sailing. I tried my hand at fishing too, I wasn't bad at it." He did somewhat miss that, especially the sailing.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 1, 2011 7:48:45 GMT
"Mm? Well that's good. Twins kinda freak me out." Letting his arms come back down slowly, he just let them rest on either side of his form. He was...Actually starting to feel sleepy. Which was surprising, since normally when he had these kind of dreams, he would be awake all night.
"Mm. Well, some people in the world are just weird I guess.Just reminded me why I shouldn't really trust too easily..." Shrugging, he opened his eyes, looking at Arthur and faintly smiling at that. "Yeah..? I've been on a boat...Mmm...Four or five times. Once when I was young, once when I went on a 2 hour fishing trip with the windmill guy, and then twice when I was helping repair some boats...The sea kind of scares me." It was so vast and...Well he got an ominous feeling from it sometimes, which he usually just blamed on the paranoia.
"I remember really liking this one thing I caught though, it tasted really good grilled and smoked...Really delicious...Can't remember what it was called though..." His eyes were closing, and he was starting to doze off slowly.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 1, 2011 15:12:08 GMT
Arthur smiled. "I've never met a set of twins." He said, thoughtfully. Looking over at Alfred when the boy put his hands down, Arthur smiled, pleased to see he was looking sleepy. Hopefully in a little while he'd fall asleep again... and then Arthur would be left alone with his thoughts again. But Alfred would be sleeping, and that was the main thing.
"Just because some people aren't trustworthy doesn't mean that the rest aren't." Arthur said, quietly, but decided not to push it too much. Telling Alfred that wouldn't make him believe it. It would take time.
Frowning to hear that Alfred didn't like the sea, Arthur sighed out. "I loved it... I don't know how you can be scared of it. But I love swimming as well." He said, offering Alfred a little smile. He almost chuckled to see how sleepy Alfred was, and shifted a little so he could pull the blanket up around him. "A fish?" He offered. "I'll go back into the sitting room so you can sleep in peace." He offered, gently, moving to stand.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 1, 2011 16:51:31 GMT
"Mm? I have. All that weird connective stuff is true." Nodding, Alfred popped his toes then looked at Arthur as he said that, cocking his head faintly with a noise. Even if he did start trusting someone, they just had to do the wrong thing to him and he would freak out, his paranoia would spike, and he wouldn't be seen for months...
"I'm good with swimming but...The sea...Just seems kind of terrifying. I mean, it's what consumed the world, and a person is so insignificant..." Alfred mumbled, opening his eyes slightly when the blanket was pulled up. "Fish...It was funny looking." He murmured, then looked up towards Arthur and nodded faintly. "G'night then..." Yawning, his eyes closed, and within a minute it lolled to the side and he was out once again.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 1, 2011 18:59:29 GMT
Arthur sughed out, guessing what Alfred was thinking. Well, maybe he'd trust him one day. Arthur hoped so at least. It was horrible having to be so careful around him all the time.
"When I was little I used to dream about being a captain and going out and discovering new lands where people still lived." Arthur said, staring into the distance as he thought. "I never really found it scary, more like somewhere to explore." He smiled, looking over at Alfred. He was adorable - more adorable than normal - when he was sleepy.
Kissing his forehead again, Arthur made sure that he was tucked in properly before quietly padding away. He wasn't going to let Alfred wake up with him beside him, goodness only knew what he'd think. He headed back to the sofa and curled up, but now that he was alone again, it was hard not to let his thoughts drift back to his nightmare. Instead he tried to think of those daydreams from when he was a child, and Arthur distracted himself thinking about the smell of salt and the cold sea breeze. His mind formed the wooden deck underneath him and provided the sound of a sail, and for some reason dressed him like a pirate captain, and eventually Arthur drifted off again, a small smirk on his lips.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 1, 2011 19:39:42 GMT
Arthur saying that caused a smile to slip onto his face, with a happy little hum before he turned his head. "Sounds really fun...I like adventures.." He mumbled, but then he was gone within minutes. The kiss didn't cause him to stir one bit, but he did lightly hold onto the blanket once again, long fingers curling in the material.
Alfred awoke around noon that time, and he was a bit curious when he finally opened his eyes and looked around. Was Arthur up...? He didn't know, but after a moment, he shifted, managing to get to the edge of the bed slowly. Carefully he rolled his feet, letting them get their feeling back, then as his feet touched the floor, he got on them, standing up by sheer force of will. There we are...Maybe Arthur would let him go so he wasn't bothering him anymore now.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 1, 2011 22:30:44 GMT
Arthur woke later than he would have normally, which wasn't too surprising, given how tired he was. For a while he just snuggled into his blankets, not wanting to leave the warmth and comfort of them. But eventually he did rise, bringing the blanket with him again. He made his way into the kitchen area and put the kettle on.
After making himself some tea, Arthur opened the curtains and went to his desk. Tucking his legs under him, he pulled out paper and started to write, his tea going cold beside him. He only looked up when he heard from the bedroom. He frowned for a moment, falling still, and listening for any more sounds. When he heard something else, Arthur sighed, and stood up, leaving his work mostly done.
Making his way over to the bedroom, he pushed open the door, and let out a noise of surprise when he saw Alfred standing. "What on earth do you think you're doing!" He moved forward, catching Alfred in his hands. "Do you want to make yourself worse?" The young man was tense with worry and concern and he gently tried to push Alfred back into the bed.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 1, 2011 23:26:25 GMT
Alfred had been slowly walking around the bed, his hand out to the wall incase his legs gave out beneath him. The door was so close, he was halfway there, and then the door opened suddently. Jumping lightly when the door opened, Alfred relaxed when he saw who it was and kind of whined when he was gently pushed.
"But I want to walk around! And I have to go to the bathroom!" He really did, he had been holding it in and all that water was working against him now.And no way in hell was he ever going to use a basin, that was just degrading!
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 1, 2011 23:41:15 GMT
"But you'll hurt yourself more!" Arthur said, worriedly, as he curled his arm around Alfred's waist, trying to take some of his weight. He'd just stitched him up, he didn't need Alfred pulling the stitches. And besides, what if he fell over!
Still, Alfred's complaints hadn't fallen on deaf ears, and rather than dragging him back to the bed, Arthur waited for Alfred to put his weight on him, and then started to help him towards the door, leading him one step at a time. "You should have called me to help you." He said, sounding a little calmer at least. "I don't want you to get hurt again." Without realising it, he hugged him in a little protectively.
He kicked open the door when they reached it, and helped him the short distance to the bathroom too, before pausing. There was no way that Alfred would let him help him, Arthur knew that. Carefully, he uncurled his hand, pushing the door open for Alfred. "Be careful." He warned him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 2, 2011 8:26:27 GMT
"Will not, I'm being really careful!" Was the defensive reply, but he accepted the help well enough, wincing at that kind of rubbing his wounds. Faintly a hand rest on his shoulder for stability, and followed the steps slowly, looking over his shoulder. "I wanted to try myself..." He mumbled, pouting a bit.
Perking as they reached the bathroom, he rest a hand on the door frame, nodding in response, then headed in, closing the door behind him. After struggling with the pants for a few moments, he finally managed to do his business. Once finished, he paused at the sink as he washed them, feeling a bit dizzy, and he frowned to see his face a bit flushed. Damnit. And with that thought he was at the toilet again, vomiting and retching.
The quick movement had caused some of the stitches to tear, and so that was bleeding, but since he didn't feel that he felt there were more pressing matters at hand. Such as worshipping the porcelain god.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 2, 2011 14:35:28 GMT
Feeling the wince, Arthur quickly moved his arm a little so that he could avoid all of the wounds, but held Alfred in a little closer. "You did try by yourself. A little bit. Now, shush, and let me help you." Arthur said, gently, but determinedly.
He stayed by the door, waiting for Alfred, half expecting him to fall or something, but trying not to listen. Still, it was hard not to hear the young man retching, and Arthur paused, chewing on his lip, before knocking on the door. "Alfred, I'm coming in."
Not giving him a chance to argue, Arthur opened the door, and quickly stepped over to him. He knelt beside him and wrapped his arms around him, one supporting him and gently rubbing his back, while the other smoothed the blonde's hair out of his face. He didn't tell him 'I told you so' - not yet. He was too busy being concerned for Alfred, especially when he noticed the stain of red starting to spread over the bandages again.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 2, 2011 21:05:58 GMT
A whine slipped out as Arthur shushed him, but he seemed happy that Arthur didn't even try to help him with the bathroom. Grunting as Arthur knocked, another wave hit him and his body practically rolled with it as he expelled the vomit.
Keeping the hair from his face felt better, and he made a small noise of appreciation before shuddered faintly at the disgusting feeling. A few minutes later, it seemed to stop, and he slowly sat back, his eyes closed while he shuddered in disgust. "Nngh...S-sorry..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 2, 2011 21:21:47 GMT
Arthur just stayed close, softly rubbing Alfred's back to try and help him. When the other man sat back, he gave him a small smile, but stayed close, still supporting him and still rubbing his back. "Don't be sorry, silly." He reprimanded him gently. "Do you feel a bit better now?" He asked. He almost leant forward to nose into him, but quickly held himself back.
Pulling away for a moment, he moved to the sink, grabbing a cup from the shelf and filling it with cool water. Then he moved close again, supporting Alfred and offering it to him. "Sip slowly." He warned him, but he also went back to stroking his back, trying to sooth him. "I have a spare toothbrush somewhere, so you can brush your teeth once you've rinsed." He offered. He was still concerned for Alfred, but it seemed to have stopped for now, so Arthur focused on helping Alfred feel a bit better. He wasn't sure what had caused it, unless it was pain, but he'd try and find out that later.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 3, 2011 1:15:14 GMT
The question made him pause, but he shrugged in response. He didnt know if he felt better or not. Just sick. Eyeing the cool water, he made a noise and then took somein his mouth, swishing it around before he spat it into the toilet. After that he took the sips as he was told, nodding faintly to the offer.
A few minutes later, he was done with the glass, and he just sat that on the counter. At least he hadn't gotten the vomit everywhere, then he wouldnt have allowed Arthur to pull him away until he had cleaned and disinfected everything for him. Finally looking to Arthur, he gave a weak smile, shifting a bit. "That toothbrush sounds really nice..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 3, 2011 1:26:25 GMT
Arthur frowned a little, but continued to rub Alfred's back. He didn't know why he was so stubborn. At least the boy drank some of the water though, and Arthur chuckled when Alfred brought the toothbrush back up. "Let me find it." He said, pulling away.
Since Alfred seemed to have finished, Arthur flushed the loo as he rose, before frowning and hunting in the space under the bath. He did indeed find a toothbrush there, still in it's packaging, and Arthur drew it out with a triumphant noise, already ripping the packaging off.
Moving back to Alfred, Arthur slowly helped him rise, one arm around his waist again, and slowly lead him over to the sink, where he rinsed the toothbrush and put toothpaste on before offering it to Alfred. He wasn't going to let him over exert himself again. "Here." He said, with a soft smile, stroking Alfred's side absentmindedly, still trying to soothe him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Feb 3, 2011 1:45:51 GMT
Nodding, Alfred just kind of leaned back on the wall, eyes watching what the older man was doing, and smiled faintly when he found it. Eyes on the toothbrush, he reached out in an attempt to get it himself. He sulked a bit at him doing that, but accepted the help in getting up, trying to do most of it himself.
Watching as Arthur did that for him, he pouted more, but accepted the toothbrush, his other arm resting on the sink as he brushed his teeth. Once he finished, he spat in the sink, letting him stroke as he pleased before he breathed out happily at having fresh breath once again, another thing that had been bothering him. Reaching over, he turned the water on to wash the suds down the sink, then turned it off once again. "Thanks..."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 3, 2011 1:53:29 GMT
Arthur wasn't about to let Alfred take his own weight after the young man had just made himself sick doing just that, so as he lifted him up he made sure to take more of his weight, supporting and helping him. He did let him brush his own teeth though, not interrupting him, but still supporting him. Once he was done, he took the toothbrush and put it on the side next to his. "Now at least you have one for whenever you're here." He said with a chuckle, but it did make him oddly pleased.
"Let's get you back to bed." He said, gently. He realised he had been stroking Alfred's side and stopped, just gently tugging him away from the sink. "I want to have another look at those wounds before you bleed any more." He hoped that he wouldn't have to stitch them up again. He didn't want to put Alfred through that pain again. Putting a little more force into his pull, he led him away from the sink, wanting to get him safely into bed again.
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