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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 13, 2011 19:05:42 GMT
"Oh? You don't want to nap?" Arthur paused, surprised. Alfred had made it sound like that was what he wanted. Still, if Alfred preferred to watch a film that was fine by him too. "If you want to watch something, pick something out from the cupboard." He offered. Thinking ahead of Alfred, he headed back into the kitchen to check the dryer. "There's still another half an hour on this, so if you don't want to wait after it's done we can just put the TV on." He suggested.
While he was there he poured himself a glass of water, then returned to the sitting room and offered Alfred a small smile while he waited to see what the other man wanted. He didn't know why he was being so accommodating but... well, Alfred needed someone to look after him and apparently Arthur had assigned himself the job. It wasn't a bad job as such, as frustrating as Alfred could be at times. "You do look like you need a nap." He added, with a little frown. Alfred looked like he was half asleep already, and Arthur wondered if making him cook had been the best plan after all.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 13, 2011 21:09:42 GMT
Shaking his head, Alfred settled on down, rubbing his eyes softly. It still felt a little odd being here, but he hugged the familiar blanket in anyway. "Mm." Shifting, he stood and headed over. After looking through the choices, he eventually tugged How to Train your Dragon out and put it in the dvd player before he returned to his seat.
"Nah, a movie's okay." Smiling at him lightly, he settled down in the cushy couch, eyes returning to the television as he watched the previews. As the movie went on, despite that he was quite obviously entertained and entranced by it, his eyes were drooping, and he settled in a bit closer to the couch, enjoying the warmth. By the time that the movie was over, Alfred was already sleeping, despite the uncomfortable position. Perhaps a full stomache after days of not eating much had done it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 14, 2011 0:12:10 GMT
Arthur liked that film, so he had no complaints. Taking the chair so Alfred could have the sofa to himself and hopefully stretch out and sleep, Arthur relaxed himself. There was a sense of satisfaction in finally having the other man back in a safe place, and knowing that for once he'd had a decent meal and would hopefully get some decent sleep.
As the film finished, he glanced over and he made a quiet noise of satisfaction to see that he had fallen asleep after all. He tucked the blankets up for Alfred a little better, very carefully to make sure that he didn't wake him, then went to empty the dryer. Alfred's clothes were neatly rolled and set by his bag, and Arthur's own returned to the drawers in his bedroom. When that was done, Arthur moved to his desk and curled up on the chair there. Soon the only noise aside from their breathing was the soft scratch of the pen as Arthur wrote, occasionally glancing over to Alfred to check on him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 14, 2011 7:07:58 GMT
That he was still sitting made it seem like he was trying NOT to fall asleep. However, he just curled in better once Arthur pulled the blanket up for him, breathing quietly. He was pretty deep asleep actually, as the slight noises Arthur was making was normally more than enough to wake him up.
A small noise escaped about an hour into this, and finally in his sleep Alfred laid down on the couch fully, surprisingly not waking up. But he did kind of cocoon himself in the blanket he had been given. A faint mumble was heard as he shifted, and his back pressed up against the back of the couch. Amusingly enough though, Alfred did mumble something a bit louder, something that sounded suspiciously like Arthurs name.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 15, 2011 15:27:59 GMT
Looking up when Alfred moved, Arthur smiled a little. He moved over to make sure that the blanket was still tucked up over it, but then frowned as Alfred murmured something. That wasn't... it couldn't have been his name? Arthur bit his lip, standing over him, then sighed out and double checked the blankets. "Sleep well." He murmured.
Leaving Alfred, he headed into the bedroom and changed into his pyjamas. But as he lay down he found that his mind was racing. His name. Why? What on earth was he dreaming about? Sighing out, he curled up, pulling the blanket closer around himself. He'd probably never know. It was better not to think about it. He should try and sleep and most of all not think about Alfred.
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Post by Alfred Jones on May 15, 2011 20:13:02 GMT
Alfred actually managed to sleep through the night, snuggled in on Arthurs couch. It was almost frightening to him how familiar things were getting, when he finally woke up early in the morning. Frowning, he shifted, but then finally got up, taking care of his clothing first. Then, he headed into the kitchen.
He was in a bit of a hurry, so he only had time to make pancakes for them both, amazed that Arthur actually managed to have those ingredients on hand. That man really needed to eat more...Eating his own share while leaving a good stack for Arthur, he just quickly wrote a note and stuck that on the counter next to the plate full of the pancakes before he hurriedly got his work clothing and shoes on and then he was out the door.
'Had to go to work Arthur, make sure you try to eat most of the pancakes. Sorry for fallin' asleep on you, but thanks for lending me your couch. Have a good one! - Al'
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