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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 17, 2011 0:24:27 GMT
It was at least reassuring to know that Alfred was there to catch him if he fell, and it helped Arthur to relax and get it over and done with quicker. It was a little annoying having to constantly move the ladder around, and Arthur would occasionally lean out a little too far to try and finish something off without having to move, but as the hours drew on he did that less and less as he started to feel a little light headed again. By the time they finished, he was working a lot slower, and a lot less easy, and he was relieved when he could finally, with exaggerated caution as he did his best not to fall off, climb down from the ladder and slump onto the floor.
The compliment made him blink, but he leant against the wall and made a pleased noise. "Good. You can do the next lot of stuff on the ceiling." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back. He whined when he was pulled on, though. He'd hoped that Alfred had forgotten about that. Half heartedly, though, he pushed himself up.
Wincing at the warning, Arthur looked at Alfred. "I ate more than enough at breakfast." He complained, following Alfred out. "If I eat any more than that, I'll be sick." That wasn't too much of an exaggeration, given how small his portion sizes had been to begin with. "Can't we just share the sandwich in the fridge?" That'd share them having to go down to the store too.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Aug 22, 2011 2:21:32 GMT
Alfred was a bit worried about Arthur falling as well, so when he would lean out he would adjust himself so he was a little closer underneath him. It'd be easier to catch him that way. The boy paid attention to Arthurs body language as well, and he could easily notice when the others movements got a little...uncoordinated from the light headedness. Smiling when Arthur finished then just slumped to the floor, he chuckled at the rather dramatic image but just flopped down with him.
Moving in to sit next to the other, he settled, arching a brow in amusement. "I'll do my best to do basic coloring and you can do details then, how about that?" He offered, knowing he could at least stay within the lines in the very least. Alfred frowned, cocking his head to the side faintly while he studied the other. "...But if you don't eat decent sized meals your stomache isn't gonna return to normal." he mumbled softly glancing off.
Shifting, he stretched his legs out, them being a bit tired from staying in one position to make Arthur feel safe, so after a moment he shifted then flopped onto his side, his head faintly pressed against the side of Arthurs knee. "...If we just eat that then you have to eat everything I put on your plate at dinner." He mumbled, glancing up at Arthur with a determined stare.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 27, 2011 23:04:39 GMT
"If I eat your idea of a decent sized meal I'm going to be sick." Arthur said, firmly, eyeing Alfred. If he was going to force him to eat, Arthur could at least try and keep them as small as possible. He still didn't believe Alfred when he told him he was too thin. Somehow over the day he'd managed to convince himself that it was the paint fumes that had made him faint, never mind that they hadn't started then.
Arthur was surprised when Alfred put his head against his knee. He paused, then slowly reached down, running his fingers through his hair. It was soft, but he didn't run his fingers through his hair again, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "I can't eat that much, Alfred." He said, quietly. He searched for a compromise. "I don't want to walk now. What about if we have the sandwich now, then when we've done a bit more walk to the shop and get some fruit or something, then I'll eat at dinner too?" He offered.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Aug 28, 2011 20:24:00 GMT
"Will not.." The younger of the two mumbled, sulking lightly from where he was as his eyes closed. It was a little annoying that the other just didn't seem to believe him still--and Alfred could indeed tell that he didn't. It was noticeable in his eyes and expression whenever he would say so. Sighing, his eyes opened lightly at the fingers in his hair, tensing, but after a moment decided he didn't mind that much and settled.
Alfred was silent for a few minutes, eyes closing once again as he considered that, but then slowly he nodded. He supposed he'd just have to work slowly on this with the other. Lightly shifting, he had to press his head in on Arthurs leg a bit more as he sat up, then stood. "Let's go down and have a bite then and I'll get started on coloring in the lines." He chuckled, offering Arthur his hand.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 5, 2011 15:36:53 GMT
Arthur felt Alfred tense when he touched his hair, but smiled as he felt him relax again. Maybe he was starting to get somewhere with him after all. While Alfred thought about his offer, he went back to slowly stroking the younger man's hair, surprised that it was so soft when he lived rough. It was kind of nice, though. Sort of familiar and relaxing, even though he hadn't done it before. To be honest, he was still surprised that Alfred put up with it.
When he stood, Arthur straightened up a bit as well, then pushed himself up too, without taking Alfred's hand. He gave a soft nod. "If we do it a colour at a time then hopefully the paint won't blend too much." He said, brushing off his trousers, then leading the way downstairs. He let Alfred deal with finding the sandwich, instead making a beeline for the kettle and putting it on. "Do you want something?" He asked, as he put a teabag in his mug, glancing at him.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Sept 11, 2011 17:03:31 GMT
Well it had undoubtedly been awhile since the last time he had allowed anything like this, but he figured as long as he was alert nothing would happen anyway. As Arthur moved to take care of his tea, he pondered before he shook his head at the question, a smile on his face. He could just drink water or something, he wasn't really in the mood for anything else.
"No thanks." Setting the sandwich to the side on the counter to the side for now so that Arthur could eat with his tea, he smiled at the other. " How long do you think the basic coloring will take?" He asked then, idly pondering that himself as he settled back against the counter, blue eye on him.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 23, 2011 19:25:41 GMT
Finishing his tea, Arthur came to join him at the counter, setting his tea down in front of him. He opened the sandwich and carefully took one of them out, then slid the box over to Alfred so he could have the other one, but did start to nibble on his. Maybe if he ate slower the action of eating would counteract some of what he was eating.
"Mm... Until the end of the day, I'd expect. If we can get it all done today, that'd be great; then we can leave it to dry over night and come back to do the detail tomorrow." He said, thoughtfully. As another thought, he started to eat around the crusts of the bread, leaving them as though he was suddenly fussy. About half way through, he set it down to sip from his tea, but did pick it up again with out any complaint, eating it all aside from the crusts.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Oct 17, 2011 18:29:02 GMT
Eyeing the sandwich, Alfred studied it for a moment then accepted it, biting into it with a noise. Well at least it was a decent sandwich instead of being gross like the last storebought one he had eaten eas. Lightly nodding at that answer as he chewed, the younger male swallowed then smiled at him.
"I don't mind staying into the night to finish it if you don't mind me sleeping in here alone." It wasn't a big deal, other than that it was a house he didnt recognize so he might be more likely to sleep outside somewhere. But Arthur didn't need to know that--Not when he'd be getting their work finished so Arthur could finish up and they could finally get him moved in.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 27, 2012 22:44:44 GMT
Pleased that Alfred hadn't made any comment about him not eating his crusts, Arthur relaxed a lot, settling down. "You shouldn't sleep here while it's full of paint fumes." Arthur said, giving Alfred a little frown. "Besides, I thought you wanted me to do the details? There's no rush. Let's just do what we can today and then finish it tomorrow, rather than rushing it and ruining it."
Sipping from his tea, he made a soft, thoughtful noise. He vaguely wondered if Alfred wasn't comfortable with sleeping in the same flat as him. He certainly hoped not. By now he had hoped that he was more comfortable with him: if not, would he be able to sleep in a room in the same house as him, even with a locked door between them? Arthur wanted to know that Alfred was safe and off the streets. He finished his tea, then stood up. "Let's go and get it finished." He'd worry about that when they had the house ready to move into.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 4, 2012 20:08:25 GMT
"...Well, honestly, I was thinking about just sleeping outside. I mean, it's nice out, and there's a gate anyway." He pointed out with a grin, rubbing the back of his neck as he finished off the rest of his food, stretching out slowly for a moment. "And yeah, but I figure if I get the basics done then that'll be faster foryou to do for the details!"
Smiling at the older man, his toes wriggled faintly and then he relaxed for a moment, letting the food settle. Glancing up when he stood, he nodded then and brushed any crumbs from his shirt before he stood up as well. "Sounds good to me." Leading the way up himself, he smiled then as he eyed what they had gotten done so far. "Hopefully it'll be done with just a few more hours of work, right?" It'd be great if they could finish up for now..
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 5, 2012 19:19:03 GMT
Uneasy about that, Arthur sighed. Why was he so determined to refuse every offer of help that Arthur could come up with? Arthur knew what he had planned anyway. He didn't want to ruin what they'd done by rushing it. Especially since it looked like Alfred's room would actually turn out rather nice; in theory the nicer it turned out, the more likely he was to stay there, right?
Stretching a little, Arthur led the way back upstairs. Since the ceiling was done, Arthur looked at what they had left. "All right, let's do this." He opened the colours that they needed, and laid out brushes. "If I start in the far corner with the green, and you start at the door with the brown, we can go round clockwise and not get in each other's way or have to keep changing brushes." He suggested, already going to dip his brush in the paint and get started. It would take all afternoon, but then it'd have plenty of time to dry over night.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 5, 2012 21:24:53 GMT
Well it was just in his nature. Alfred didn't want to be a burden to Arthur, and he was sure that people got sick of his presence being around constantly anyway, so he made it less awkward for people by leaving on his own! Watching as he decided what to start on next, Alfred smiled at him a bit and then nodded, getting his own brush.
"Got it!" It was easy enough to do, he just made sure to stay in the boundaries of where it was marked and it was overall rather monotonous. However, soon they had that aspect pretty much finished and it was 8 at night. "Alright Arthur...I think it's time to call it a night." His back was starting to kill him! Stretching, he made a noise as it popped a few times loudly, then let out a small sigh as it felt immediately better.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 8, 2012 18:17:48 GMT
Actually, Arthur found the monotonous work rather relaxing. He cleared his mind, and just focused on doing the best he could. The silence was companionable rather than awkward, so that was nice as well. Even though the work wasn't hard, he wasn't used to long periods of work like this, and by the time they'd finished he was pretty tired. Stepping back, he looked around, and then gave a pleased nod. "It'll look good once I've put the details in tomorrow." He said, contentedly.
It didn't take him too long to tidy up, washing the paintbrushes and putting the lids on the pots, then gathering their things from downstairs. "All right, let's head home." Arthur was more than ready for bed, and he yawned as he waited for Alfred to join him, rubbing his eyes. "Don't forget to get your shirt. It should be dry by now." He added, remembering that Alfred had left it hanging out to dry earlier.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 9, 2012 11:10:46 GMT
Stepping back with the other man, Alfred smiled ashe glanced around, enjoying the look of the room so far. It was starting to come together, that was obvious. Nodding in agreement to his words though, Alfred hummed pleasantly, but let Arthur take care of the paintbrushes, just picking up any trash they had left.
"Ah...Right." He laughed as he forgot that, but he headed to grab that as well, just slinging it over his shoulder for now before he headed to the front, smiling at Arthur amusedly. "Ready to take on the meal I have planned?" He asked then, grinning at him as if this was a threat. Which, to Arthur, it probably was.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 9, 2012 17:11:09 GMT
Letting Alfred leave the house first, Arthur groaned at the reminder. He wasn't looking forward to this. He locked the door, then pocketed his keys and put his hands in his pockets too. "Not really." He muttered. At least that was truthful.
Leading the way away from the house, Arthur shivered a little in the evening air. "Do we need to get anything from the store on the way home?" Really, he just wanted to get home and go to bed, but if Alfred was going to be cooking as well he'd have to wait quite a while before he'd be able to sleep. Maybe he'd give Alfred the money and let him do that by himself so he could go and have a nap.
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Post by Alfred Jones on Mar 30, 2012 18:33:22 GMT
"Mmm, maybe. Actually, yeah, I think I do..But you look dead on your feet. Go on home and I'll grab the stuff." Alfred replied with an easy smile. "I'll be there before you probably!" He added, then without a reply he started jogging off. He needed some alone time from Arthur anyway, time to recollect himself before he spent another long period of time with him. Luckily he was given enough chances.
As it was, he did somehow arrive before Arthur, and as soon as he was let in he began cooking, of course monitoring how much Arthur ate subtly, and giving him a look when he didn't eat as much as he wanted him to. The younger man also actually spent the night there, and in the morning there was a breakfast of toast and an egg, a small meal compared to last night, and water for tea just going off as he woke with a note.
'At the house already, I'll see you when you get here! - Al'
Alfred had taken it upon himself to finish the basics of the room himself, working faster alone anyway. By the time that Arthur got there he was more or less finished and Arthur was able to move to the dry parts of the room and begin. The entire project took another two days before the room was finished to their liking, and with that done they packed up and started moving Arthurs items in properly. Aside from the furniture, Arthur was moved in.
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