Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 17, 2012 19:18:22 GMT
How was it possible that Arthur was in a bad mood? Well the man would make some very pointed remarks about roommates that didn’t shut up would be brought up. Really. Did he ever shut up? What happened to hospitals being a place of rest? And though he was fortunately too polite to say it out loud he somehow doubted that Feliciano had the attention span to ready any of his writing. Except for, perhaps, his children’s books.
“I don’t have a bloody girlfriend!” Arthur said, a little flustered by the suggestion. Really, what on earth had given Feliciano that idea? He didn’t really know any girls anyway. Or anyone, really out of work. Aside from Arthur. And Joel by extension. “It’s for the column I write for the paper. You can read it there if you want, once it’s finished and been edited, like everyone else.” There wasn’t enough to show Feliciano at the moment, even if he’d had the inclination to. If he had finished, and Feliciano wasn’t as annoying, he might have considered it, but not at the moment. He wouldn’t have allowed François to read it either had he asked, he was just as bad. “Just draw whatever you want to draw.” He said, bluntly. “There’s no point drawing anything for this, it’s just a news article.” There wasn’t anything to draw, unless Feliciano wanted to draw the plague that had affected them all.
Arthur was actually a little relieved when François spoke up, glancing at the other man. Hopefully he’d distract Feliciano for a bit, or if not, then drawing might. He just wanted enough peace to finish off his writing. Maybe when that was done he’d be able to get some rest. Still, he was a little curious as to what Feliciano would produce. Heaven knew that he had the eccentric artist act down pat. Arthur could imagine that he’d either produce some awful childish drawing with crayons, or something amazing. Hopefully it’d be a pleasant surprise and be the latter of the two.
“I don’t have a bloody girlfriend!” Arthur said, a little flustered by the suggestion. Really, what on earth had given Feliciano that idea? He didn’t really know any girls anyway. Or anyone, really out of work. Aside from Arthur. And Joel by extension. “It’s for the column I write for the paper. You can read it there if you want, once it’s finished and been edited, like everyone else.” There wasn’t enough to show Feliciano at the moment, even if he’d had the inclination to. If he had finished, and Feliciano wasn’t as annoying, he might have considered it, but not at the moment. He wouldn’t have allowed François to read it either had he asked, he was just as bad. “Just draw whatever you want to draw.” He said, bluntly. “There’s no point drawing anything for this, it’s just a news article.” There wasn’t anything to draw, unless Feliciano wanted to draw the plague that had affected them all.
Arthur was actually a little relieved when François spoke up, glancing at the other man. Hopefully he’d distract Feliciano for a bit, or if not, then drawing might. He just wanted enough peace to finish off his writing. Maybe when that was done he’d be able to get some rest. Still, he was a little curious as to what Feliciano would produce. Heaven knew that he had the eccentric artist act down pat. Arthur could imagine that he’d either produce some awful childish drawing with crayons, or something amazing. Hopefully it’d be a pleasant surprise and be the latter of the two.