Flicker [8a/?]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 23:43:30 UTC
Good morning/afternoon/evening/whatever time zone you're in!
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Needless to say, Alfred finished his shower in less than three minutes.
He got dressed quickly and ran back into the living room, afraid Arthur was going to be gone.
He wasn't. He was dressed and watching TV with a bored expression.
Alfred sat down on the other end of the couch, awkwardly.
"There is no food in this apartment," Arthur said.
"Sorry," Alfred said. "I usually just get fast food."
"And yet you're still so fit?" he said.
"Haha, you think I'm fit?" Alfred grinned. Arthur went pink.
His stomach growled and he held his arm over his belly, pouting. Alfred found it adorable.
Then he got a great idea. "How about I take you out to eat?"
Arthur furrowed his brow. "I've mooched off of you enough."
Alfred stood up and grabbed his keys off the counter. "And you paid me back for it." More blushing.
"Fine," Arthur turned off the television. "I don't have a jacket with me, can I borrow one of yours?"
Alfred pulled a large sheepskin jacket out of the hall closet and handed to him. It was about three sizes too big for him. Alfred cleared his throat and turned. Arthur was way too cute.
They chose a local Italian restaurant, one not too expensive for Alfred.
"Do you enjoy your job?" Arthur asked once they were seated and eating.
"Huh?" Alfred said.
"Do you like your job?"
Alfred twirled his fork in his pasta. "I guess. I like making money."
"What do you do?"
"Just...paperwork, organizing files, basic office stuff like that," he said.
Arthur sipped his drink. "I'm sorry. But that sounds dreadfully boring."
Alfred laughed. "I guess you're right." He took another bit. "Um. Do you...like your job?"
Arthur grunted. "I don't think most people of my profession like what they have to do. I suppose it's the same as you said; I like having money."
"I think you're smart enough for a better job, though," Alfred said.
Arthur frowned. "I dropped out of high school."
"Why?"
"My parents were gits. I was sick of their shit, so I quit school just to piss them off," he said.
"Did they expect nothing less than As or something?" Alfred asked.
Arthur nodded. "Basically. They wanted me to live some boring, uneventful life, and I needed excitement."
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Needless to say, Alfred finished his shower in less than three minutes.
He got dressed quickly and ran back into the living room, afraid Arthur was going to be gone.
He wasn't. He was dressed and watching TV with a bored expression.
Alfred sat down on the other end of the couch, awkwardly.
"There is no food in this apartment," Arthur said.
"Sorry," Alfred said. "I usually just get fast food."
"And yet you're still so fit?" he said.
"Haha, you think I'm fit?" Alfred grinned. Arthur went pink.
His stomach growled and he held his arm over his belly, pouting. Alfred found it adorable.
Then he got a great idea. "How about I take you out to eat?"
Arthur furrowed his brow. "I've mooched off of you enough."
Alfred stood up and grabbed his keys off the counter. "And you paid me back for it." More blushing.
"Fine," Arthur turned off the television. "I don't have a jacket with me, can I borrow one of yours?"
Alfred pulled a large sheepskin jacket out of the hall closet and handed to him. It was about three sizes too big for him. Alfred cleared his throat and turned. Arthur was way too cute.
They chose a local Italian restaurant, one not too expensive for Alfred.
"Do you enjoy your job?" Arthur asked once they were seated and eating.
"Huh?" Alfred said.
"Do you like your job?"
Alfred twirled his fork in his pasta. "I guess. I like making money."
"What do you do?"
"Just...paperwork, organizing files, basic office stuff like that," he said.
Arthur sipped his drink. "I'm sorry. But that sounds dreadfully boring."
Alfred laughed. "I guess you're right." He took another bit. "Um. Do you...like your job?"
Arthur grunted. "I don't think most people of my profession like what they have to do. I suppose it's the same as you said; I like having money."
"I think you're smart enough for a better job, though," Alfred said.
Arthur frowned. "I dropped out of high school."
"Why?"
"My parents were gits. I was sick of their shit, so I quit school just to piss them off," he said.
"Did they expect nothing less than As or something?" Alfred asked.
Arthur nodded. "Basically. They wanted me to live some boring, uneventful life, and I needed excitement."
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