[F] Save Me

[Arthur Kirkland]

Pleased to see Alfred eating, Arthur paused for a moment, watching him, wondering just how long it had been since his last meal. He was wondering whether there was any way to get him to eat more often. He did chuckle softly to see Alfred's expression as he bit into the burger. "Of course. Is it good, though?"

Arthur was surprised by the question, and he considered it. "Once a week, I suppose." His weekends were dominated by them - sometimes literally, as a couple of times a month he'd go even deeper into the clubbing district, and into the more specialised clubs. He gave a little shrug. "They're far better than any of the ones at home."

"You don't visit them?" Arthur asked. From his tone, he guessed not. "What were you doing tonight?" He smirked a little. "Do you often save people?"

[Alfred Jones]

"Mhmm, really good. They have specialised ketchup they make here, its really good." Was the reply, and he finished the burger by the time Arthur answered his own question. "Yeah?...I've heard that before. Never been there though, obviously." He chuckled, starting on the somewhat cool fries now.

"Nah, I don't really...Like the scene." He said, choosing his words carefully for now before he nodded faintly. "You could call me the resident hero." Grinning lightly, he paused to sip on his milkshake, licking his lips slightly when some shot out a bit. "The lowlands don't have the best crime-control, so I do what I can to help out. It's a nice feeling to help someone." He was finished before the other even was halfway done with his sandwich.

As soon as he was finished with the milkshake, he sat back, sighing quietly in happiness before he smiled at him brightly. "Thank you. Anyway,if you think you can make it home, I'm gonna go ahead and go. I'm...Really tired." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur smiled at how Alfred described himself, eying him from across the table. "That's... uncommonly kind of you." Arthur said, not really sure what to say. He was impressed, and that was unusual. "You must put yourself into danger, though. Not many people would do that for a stranger." Arthur was very glad that he had, though.

Still picking at the sandwich slowly, Arthur looked up at Alfred again, and frowned a little, before nodding. "Of course... will you be all right, though? Warm enough?" He couldn't help but feel a little bit worried for him.

[Alfred Jones]

"Hmn? Sure, there's danger, but I couldn't leave someone if I saw someone in trouble, that's just not right." And he sounded completely honest about that. "Mm...Well, I guess. But at the same time I kinda hope that because they were saved they might kind of help other people in need too."

"Course I'll be fine...Haha! You sound like a mom, I've been doing this for around seven years. I'll be fine." He smiled brightly then stood, grabbing his bag from under the chair. "Keep safe when you head home, and make sure you don't get yourself in a situation like that again, it's dangerous." Smiling, he then gave a light salute before he headed out, looking back and fourth before he ran across the street, disappearing into the night.

Of course the waiter returned when he saw Alfred leave, and sighed a bit, rubbing his neck and looking worriedly out the windows towards where the kid diappeared to. Then he turned his attention to the customer he still had. "Can I get you anything else, sir?"

[Arthur Kirkland]

"That's very admirable." Arthur said, honestly, smiling at him. "I would hope that too... I'd hope that I would have anyway, but I've never been put in that situation." He said, with a long sigh.

Arthur glared at that comparison, and huffed. "Fine, fine. I just wanted to make sure that you'd be all right." He said, sighing out. "I'll be careful. He careful too, all right?" He watched Alfred disappear, and then leant back in his seat, closing his eyes.

He opened them again at the question, and then smiled at the waiter, leaning over. "You can do me a favour. How often do you work here, and how often does he come in? If I give you money, will you make sure that he gets a meal as often as possible?" He requested, reluctantly trusting the man to help.

[Alfred Jones]

The man of course was surprised at that but he then chuckled. "I work here most days, and well. He used to work for us a bit, so he comes by occasionally just to see how things are doing....But I can do that for you, I've never met someone who went that far to help him." It seems that the boy usually brought those who needed somewhere to sit or eat to this place.

"He's not going to be too happy though. "He teased. "Want me to give him your number too?" That also sounded playful, and yet somewhat serious. "But really, I'm pleased that Alfred is finally getting the help that he needs.... He even refused to go to a hospital when he was stabbed a few years back!" He sounded rather exasperated at that, but he went and got an envelope that Artur could go ahead and put however much he wanted in.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"What, so he can yell at me? Not likely." Arthur chuckled. "If he really wants to find me, he has my name." If he remembered it, of course. Arthur wondered if he would. He frowned deeply to hear about Alfred getting stabbed, though. "On second thoughts..." Pulling his wallet out, he picked out a card and handed it to the waiter. "If something happens to him, will you let me know? I'm not trying to... I don't want to get in the way or mother him, nothing like that. I just... owe him a lot." He tried to pass it off as though he was just trying to repay a debt, because he himself wasn't entirely sure why he wanted to help so much. He took the envelope, though, and after taking out what he needed to pay for what they'd just had and for himself to get home, he emptied the rest of his wallet into it, and after a moment's hesitation, handed it back.

Picking up his tea, Arthur downed it, leaving his sandwich mostly uneaten. Standing up, he smiled at the waiter, and pushed over the money for the meal, with a 100% tip. "Here. Thank you."