Re: Fix That Will You [3b/?]
anonymous
August 26 2010, 22:17:04 UTC
“Oh, it’s actually very funny.” Francis chuckled out before there is the sound of him yawning. “Oh, it can’t be that bad, maybe something in that perverted head of yours will produce a number one best seller.”
“Perverted he-You’re the one with the perverted head, Frog!” Arthur raged as Francis wished a goodbye under it and hung up. This of course only caused the blonde Englishman to rage more. Peter giggled from the living room as the phone was placed back on the receiver. Arthur glared, causing the boy to shut his mouth. “What do you plan on doing today?”
“Ah, well Tino and Berwald were planning on going to the beach today; they asked me when you clasped on the coach Monday night.” Peter said, though it’s his usual way of asking for permission.
Arthur sighs, the beach sounds lovely, but he doesn’t trust this Alfred to be alone in his house. Besides he burns the fastest out of all his brothers, so there is no true desire to do. What fun is that anyway? Peter would just laugh at him, but care for him anyway (only because he says he’s paying Arthur off, so when Arthur’s old and dried up, he doesn’t have to care).
“Alright,” Arthur agrees, at least Peter is out of the house. Peter smiles brightly and gets up to dash to his room. “But wear sunscreen!”
--- --- ---
“You’re lucky, nothing happened to the studs, pulled the nails right out.” Alfred said after he had finished placing tools and supplies in the office. “In fact, I should have the wall up by Friday, and I can paint if you want as well.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow, wondering if the painting is just some extra, unreasonable charge Alfred is trying to slap on. It’s bad enough Alfred tracked dust and bits of dry wall in his house and now he wants to charge him extra. However before Arthur can tell him, he is independent and can do it himself, Alfred beat him too it.
“Free of charge, I promise, and you have a hero’s promise, I swear.” Alfred beamed out, with a thumbs up. “I really like painting.”
“Thank you, for that random fact.” Arthur said blinking at the American, “I’ll have to think about it in my spare time.” Like he had any, not with Elizaveta wanting something but next Monday, and her something was usually a good hearty chapter or porn scene.
“Well, let me know.” Alfred said with a confident smile. “Any way, I should get going, Vash doesn’t like us working overtime, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh I can’t wait,” Arthur said with sarcasm as he rolled his green eyes, but Alfred is trying to be friendly after Gilbert seemed to put him in a strange position. Arthur showed him to the door.
“Good luck on getting a story idea,” Arthur blinked at the American before him, whose just smiling. “I’ve been waiting for a while for something.” Alfred winked and turned, heading to his truck swinging the keys with a light whistle.
Arthur can only think he’s closing his front door in a way that can’t shut out the strange awkwardness, or the fact that he suddenly has an idea.
Re: Fix That Will You [3b/?]
anonymous
August 26 2010, 22:22:43 UTC
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Arthur ended up taking up Alfred’s offer to paint his wall. It was that Thursday after and Alfred just smiled before he happily went back to his work at hand. Peter called a friend and was gone by lunch, but Arthur didn’t care because for once he had something solid to focus on.
Characters was what he had to focus one currently, he had finish the rough outline of a plot last night. He had a process to a story; Elizaveta understood that, no doubt she would just be happy to hear Arthur had something he was willing to run with. In fact she was when Arthur had shot her an email (she said something about blood all over her computer from it, over exaggeration, that he knew).
Things were falling into place nicely; basic character designs were coming together. There was nothing deep yet, just the basic overlay.
Around four that day, Alfred declared the wall section was finished and good as new, if not better. He had said something about a leak in the pipe from the bathroom on the other side; it was a quick fix, nothing Arthur needed to worry about. He was desperate to know where the paint was after he had gone out to the truck to assess with Vash the cost. It wasn’t anything too outrageous.
“Let’s see…” Arthur said looking at the shelved paint in his garage, looking over all the brands trying to remember which one was the office color. “Ah, here we go-shit that’s heavy!” Arthur cursed as the gallon can weighed more then he remembered.
“Here, I’ll get the paint, you get everything else.” The American said as he shifted the brush and roller to his other hand, taking the can with ease.
Arthur chuckles nervously before going to his recycle bin and fishing out newspaper. “So, you read my books?” He cursed at himself, why the hell had he asked that.
“As hard as it maybe for some people to believe, I do.” Alfred said and Arthur could hear the smile in his voice. “A friend of my turned me on to them just before I come out to my parents.”
Well that was rather personal. “So you’re…?”
“Gay?” Alfred says as Arthur turns to him. “You bet, everyone in the company is for the most part. No one cares though if they hire us, ‘cause we do really good work.”
Arthur smiled a little, before he collected a good amount of newspaper and lead Alfred back to the room. Alfred had gone back to chattering about painting, which Arthur didn’t mind. He helped get Alfred set up, but departed soon afterwards. Around six, Alfred surfaced from the room again, saying something about how he should go, but would be there on Saturday to finish up, that way Arthur wouldn’t be charged.
Fix That Will You [3NOTES/?]
anonymous
August 26 2010, 22:34:36 UTC
-Didn't fix the title in the last post- Fail on me!
Okay, still nothing amazingly hot yet, and I'm totally figuring out how I want to end this story, all the while still having no juicy middle for everyone to munch on. Oh well, at least I can have something to connect to. -must write the ending down before she forgets-
Okay, so some talk about the chapter. It's when Alfred comes to work! Sorry, Arthur locks him away in the office and makes him fix his wall. I had to have a reason for Alfred to stick around, fixing Dry wall is rather easy and usually can be done by most people. However I picture Arthur being more of a have someone else do it, and not me.
Oh and there will be more on how Alfred got hooped on Kirkland books, and it will kinda have some influence on the story later on. -still needs to figure out how to put them in a dating situation-
Peter is so cute, I love him so much, and I kinda of seeing him not really knowing how to deal with Arthur. There's a reason I don't think I really go into, but Arthur is kind of the only one of his brothers who got his life together after college. However Peter is kinda use to them not really caring what he does, and Arthur is just so overbearing and strict that he wants to be a rebel, but he respects Arthur for that too. 'Sides I could see the two not liking the fact that they were stuck together, but realize the good in it all too.
Re: Fix That Will You [3NOTES/?]
anonymous
August 29 2010, 01:29:03 UTC
I'm definitely interested! I hope more will be coming soon? :D I love Alfred's personality...so easy-going and awesome. He'll finally be the one to get past Arthur's tsundre-ness, I know it!
“Perverted he-You’re the one with the perverted head, Frog!” Arthur raged as Francis wished a goodbye under it and hung up. This of course only caused the blonde Englishman to rage more. Peter giggled from the living room as the phone was placed back on the receiver. Arthur glared, causing the boy to shut his mouth. “What do you plan on doing today?”
“Ah, well Tino and Berwald were planning on going to the beach today; they asked me when you clasped on the coach Monday night.” Peter said, though it’s his usual way of asking for permission.
Arthur sighs, the beach sounds lovely, but he doesn’t trust this Alfred to be alone in his house. Besides he burns the fastest out of all his brothers, so there is no true desire to do. What fun is that anyway? Peter would just laugh at him, but care for him anyway (only because he says he’s paying Arthur off, so when Arthur’s old and dried up, he doesn’t have to care).
“Alright,” Arthur agrees, at least Peter is out of the house. Peter smiles brightly and gets up to dash to his room. “But wear sunscreen!”
--- --- ---
“You’re lucky, nothing happened to the studs, pulled the nails right out.” Alfred said after he had finished placing tools and supplies in the office. “In fact, I should have the wall up by Friday, and I can paint if you want as well.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow, wondering if the painting is just some extra, unreasonable charge Alfred is trying to slap on. It’s bad enough Alfred tracked dust and bits of dry wall in his house and now he wants to charge him extra. However before Arthur can tell him, he is independent and can do it himself, Alfred beat him too it.
“Free of charge, I promise, and you have a hero’s promise, I swear.” Alfred beamed out, with a thumbs up. “I really like painting.”
“Thank you, for that random fact.” Arthur said blinking at the American, “I’ll have to think about it in my spare time.” Like he had any, not with Elizaveta wanting something but next Monday, and her something was usually a good hearty chapter or porn scene.
“Well, let me know.” Alfred said with a confident smile. “Any way, I should get going, Vash doesn’t like us working overtime, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh I can’t wait,” Arthur said with sarcasm as he rolled his green eyes, but Alfred is trying to be friendly after Gilbert seemed to put him in a strange position. Arthur showed him to the door.
“Good luck on getting a story idea,” Arthur blinked at the American before him, whose just smiling. “I’ve been waiting for a while for something.” Alfred winked and turned, heading to his truck swinging the keys with a light whistle.
Arthur can only think he’s closing his front door in a way that can’t shut out the strange awkwardness, or the fact that he suddenly has an idea.
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Arthur ended up taking up Alfred’s offer to paint his wall. It was that Thursday after and Alfred just smiled before he happily went back to his work at hand. Peter called a friend and was gone by lunch, but Arthur didn’t care because for once he had something solid to focus on.
Characters was what he had to focus one currently, he had finish the rough outline of a plot last night. He had a process to a story; Elizaveta understood that, no doubt she would just be happy to hear Arthur had something he was willing to run with. In fact she was when Arthur had shot her an email (she said something about blood all over her computer from it, over exaggeration, that he knew).
Things were falling into place nicely; basic character designs were coming together. There was nothing deep yet, just the basic overlay.
Around four that day, Alfred declared the wall section was finished and good as new, if not better. He had said something about a leak in the pipe from the bathroom on the other side; it was a quick fix, nothing Arthur needed to worry about. He was desperate to know where the paint was after he had gone out to the truck to assess with Vash the cost. It wasn’t anything too outrageous.
“Let’s see…” Arthur said looking at the shelved paint in his garage, looking over all the brands trying to remember which one was the office color. “Ah, here we go-shit that’s heavy!” Arthur cursed as the gallon can weighed more then he remembered.
“Here, I’ll get the paint, you get everything else.” The American said as he shifted the brush and roller to his other hand, taking the can with ease.
Arthur chuckles nervously before going to his recycle bin and fishing out newspaper. “So, you read my books?” He cursed at himself, why the hell had he asked that.
“As hard as it maybe for some people to believe, I do.” Alfred said and Arthur could hear the smile in his voice. “A friend of my turned me on to them just before I come out to my parents.”
Well that was rather personal. “So you’re…?”
“Gay?” Alfred says as Arthur turns to him. “You bet, everyone in the company is for the most part. No one cares though if they hire us, ‘cause we do really good work.”
Arthur smiled a little, before he collected a good amount of newspaper and lead Alfred back to the room. Alfred had gone back to chattering about painting, which Arthur didn’t mind. He helped get Alfred set up, but departed soon afterwards. Around six, Alfred surfaced from the room again, saying something about how he should go, but would be there on Saturday to finish up, that way Arthur wouldn’t be charged.
Then he was gone…till Saturday at least.
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Okay, still nothing amazingly hot yet, and I'm totally figuring out how I want to end this story, all the while still having no juicy middle for everyone to munch on. Oh well, at least I can have something to connect to. -must write the ending down before she forgets-
Okay, so some talk about the chapter. It's when Alfred comes to work! Sorry, Arthur locks him away in the office and makes him fix his wall. I had to have a reason for Alfred to stick around, fixing Dry wall is rather easy and usually can be done by most people. However I picture Arthur being more of a have someone else do it, and not me.
Oh and there will be more on how Alfred got hooped on Kirkland books, and it will kinda have some influence on the story later on. -still needs to figure out how to put them in a dating situation-
Peter is so cute, I love him so much, and I kinda of seeing him not really knowing how to deal with Arthur. There's a reason I don't think I really go into, but Arthur is kind of the only one of his brothers who got his life together after college. However Peter is kinda use to them not really caring what he does, and Arthur is just so overbearing and strict that he wants to be a rebel, but he respects Arthur for that too. 'Sides I could see the two not liking the fact that they were stuck together, but realize the good in it all too.
Alfred will be back...I promise.
XD
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