Brotherly Bonding - The British Way

[godsavemy]

WHO: Arthur and Dewi
WHEN: 14 October (Wednesday Afternoon)
WHERE: The Myrtles House
WHAT: Disrupting Teatime - The Welsh Way
RATING: Rated S for...

Sheep Shagging

(This is what you get for being a lazy git and making me create the post.)

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[not_whales]

The Choir Director imagined a chalkboard with both their names on it, a little tally inconspicuously placed under his name. Arthur’s remained blank. He watched the Englishman’s eyebrows furrow together in frustration (have they gotten thicker!?) but Dewi’s expression remained unchanged.

“Why are you here?”

Ouch. Tally one for Arthur. Dewi had been so preoccupied that he had forgotten to conjure up an excuse.

“Last time you were here you swore up and down that you would never step foot in this house again.”

Tally two for Arthur. He had hoped his younger brother had forgotten that, but… he made quite the exit that night. It was raining outside, the taxi driver was hammering his fist against the horn (obviously frightened by the aura of his residence.) Arthur was trying to enjoy his afternoon tea. And after a brief argument (over god knows what!), the Welshman shouted those final words and shuffled out into the rain with his briefcase balancing atop his head as a makeshift umbrella.

He didn’t want to talk about it. Because he didn’t want to say that he actually planned on doing this for a few days now. He knew Arthur would never let him live it down. “I came by to see if your house refrained from eating you. Hallowe’en is around the corner, you know.”

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[godsavemy]

Arthur was prepared to hear a load of codswallop - something about being in the neighbourhood and feeling obligated to stop by or having a ~dream~ last night telling him to visit and rid his younger brother of his loneliness. Over the course of his life he had heard every nonsensical (and when that didn't work, clique) excuse from Dewi and hadn’t believe a single on...at least not since he was a child.

But this time...

Arthur’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. How could he have...? He had never told any of his brothers what had happened to him back in August, nor did he ever plan to. He was in no mood for their mocking, or God forbid, their pity. Just the thought of them thinking him on such a level and actually feeling sorry for him set him on edge.

“Stop spouting such nonsense,” Arthur ground out, a little harsher than he had intended. “Be serious for once in your bloody life.”

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[not_whales]

Alas, it was not codswallop that the younger Kirkland got, as it had some manner of genuine concern to it, but Dewi would be lying if he said he got the reaction he expected.

This reaction would need some further prodding.

But not out here, no. That would be improper. Judging by the position of the sun in the sky (and the watch he managed to sneak a peek at from under his cuff), it was somewhere around four pm, which, as any good Brit would know, was teatime.

“Is that Earl Grey I smell?” He inquired with a quirky, attempting-to-throw-Arthur-off grin.

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[godsavemy]

Arthur realized a second far too late that letting himself be swept away by his emotions for that one brief instant was a dire mistake on his part. Outrage was in no short supply when it came to his brothers’ antics, but even he could admit that he rarely used such a sharp undertone when scolding them.

No doubt Dewi would try to weasel something else out of him. Too bad for him that Arthur was most certainly on his guard now and would put up a hardy fight before giving anything else away.

“No, it’s one of those plug-in air fresheners that smell like Earl Grey,” he retorted, not budging a centimetre from the archway that would allow his brother access inside.