Sorry, Alfred, You're Still Not Gay [2/?]
anonymous
May 20 2009, 04:48:18 UTC
"And don't you dare try to coax them by proposing a date with them. I can't imagine the messes you make when you do that. The messes that I'm tasked to clean up."
"I can't help that they love me. I'm an awesome guy."
Arthur groaned. "Stop hanging around Francis if you know what's good for you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Alfred was already walking away. Something which greatly irritated Arthur as he hadn't dismissed the boy yet. "Egotistic wanker, that's what you are."
"Just being awesome, Arthur. If you stopped being like an old man-- Ow, what the fuck?!" Alfred whipped around to glare at Arthur who was snickering and making his way back into his office, locking the door with a click behind him.
Alfred stared at the object that had just been thrown at him. A whiteboard marker. Classic and precise, as expected of Old Man Arthur. Alfred scowled at the object before picking it up and throwing it at the general direction of the office door. He wasn't a basketball star for nothing, that was sure.
Now, off he was to find Francis and then they would be off to win the hearts of those who had stolen their precious basketball court. He was pretty sure that the female team captain had a thing for him, and Francis could very easily coax everyone else to make the vote a majority. He grinned. Victory was too sweet and too easy. Though he was aware -- he was back to frowning again at this point -- that things could've been easier for him if Arthur had just given them at least one court. He knew that the Tennis Team didn't need all six courts for them to practice.
Hell, they even had their own tennis courts. (At this point, it failed to register in Alfred's head that the male and mixed teams were probably using those courts to the fullest as all of them had matches quite soon.)
Alfred huffed.
He just couldn't begin to imagine why Arthur was a bitter individual like that.
He couldn't even imagine how Arthur could say no to a great person like him. Really.
And so, this was when the ever-so-intelligent Alfred F. Jones concocted the idea that he would make one Arthur Kirkland see the light of the day. He cackled with the expertise of a witch and the heinousness of an evil mastermind. The unsuspecting victim, on the other hand, sneezed and shuddered as he made his way back to his comfortable swivel armchair.
"I can't help that they love me. I'm an awesome guy."
Arthur groaned. "Stop hanging around Francis if you know what's good for you."
"Yeah, yeah."
Alfred was already walking away. Something which greatly irritated Arthur as he hadn't dismissed the boy yet. "Egotistic wanker, that's what you are."
"Just being awesome, Arthur. If you stopped being like an old man-- Ow, what the fuck?!" Alfred whipped around to glare at Arthur who was snickering and making his way back into his office, locking the door with a click behind him.
Alfred stared at the object that had just been thrown at him. A whiteboard marker. Classic and precise, as expected of Old Man Arthur. Alfred scowled at the object before picking it up and throwing it at the general direction of the office door. He wasn't a basketball star for nothing, that was sure.
Now, off he was to find Francis and then they would be off to win the hearts of those who had stolen their precious basketball court. He was pretty sure that the female team captain had a thing for him, and Francis could very easily coax everyone else to make the vote a majority. He grinned. Victory was too sweet and too easy. Though he was aware -- he was back to frowning again at this point -- that things could've been easier for him if Arthur had just given them at least one court. He knew that the Tennis Team didn't need all six courts for them to practice.
Hell, they even had their own tennis courts. (At this point, it failed to register in Alfred's head that the male and mixed teams were probably using those courts to the fullest as all of them had matches quite soon.)
Alfred huffed.
He just couldn't begin to imagine why Arthur was a bitter individual like that.
He couldn't even imagine how Arthur could say no to a great person like him. Really.
And so, this was when the ever-so-intelligent Alfred F. Jones concocted the idea that he would make one Arthur Kirkland see the light of the day. He cackled with the expertise of a witch and the heinousness of an evil mastermind. The unsuspecting victim, on the other hand, sneezed and shuddered as he made his way back to his comfortable swivel armchair.
"Must be the aircon," Arthur murmured.
Oh how wrong was he.
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OH GOD. I love your Alfred. I love your Arthur, so purposefully making Alfred's life DIFFICULT. ♥
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