Posts by red canary

Crap, he noticed. Alfred tried to avoid this topic but Arthur seemed to notice everything. "Thanks, I appreciate that comment." he muttered sarcastically, averting his blue eyes away from the screen. Yeah, he must have looked like he had been through a lot. Alfred sighed silently, sitting down on the edge of his bed, the laptop sitting on his lap. He forgot the fact that both his wrists were visible now, and the difference was obvious. The left one seemed okay and normal but the other seemed badly bruised, like normal things looked when they were broken.

Alfred looked confused for a moment but then he realized what Arthur was talking about. "Shit - sorry Artie, I have to er...find my couch!" With that, Alfred quickly disconnected from the call. Well, at least he told the truth about the couch. Alfred hopped away from the laptop, immediately going downstairs. He could take a guess where his couch was. Outside in the front-yard, because why not put a couch there. Eh, maybe not now, since it looked like it was starting to rain. Alfred would bring it in later. Alfred decided to bandage his wrist now, since he heard that it was bad if you didn't.

Alfred managed to finally put a cast on after what seemed like ages, since he was doing it with his left hand. He didn't know what to do after, since he was pretty bored and he didn't feel like cleaning up. Normally, he would have called Arthur just to annoy him but Arthur didn't seem to be in the best mood now, so Alfred just decided to take a short walk in New York. He grabbed a black hoodie, since it was raining and he didn't want to get sick again. He also grabbed his phone, just in case. He needed to do something to take his mind off everything else.

Alfred immediately slipped his phone out of his pocket, seeing that it was a text from none other than Arthur. He texted back with: What's up. He kept his phone in his hand while he walked down the now crowded streets. Alfred felt a little more comfortable with texting, since he actually didn't have to make eye contact and everything.

Alfred didn't stop in his steps to text back, since he had the ability, like other New Yorkers, to keep walking while texting or looking down. I'm bored too. Any ideas on how I should amuse myself? He looked up once he hit "send", leaning against a building. It was starting to pour now, so Alfred hid his phone in his jacket.

Yeah, I'll just walk into someone's house and watch that. I had too much alcohol anyway. Alfred texted back, making sure that it was obvious that he was outside. He looked up at everyone who passed by him, then up at the sky. He hoped that there wouldn't be a storm, especially one with thunder, one of his worst fears.

Alfred was about to text back some witty reply but he stopped once he heard a deep rumble in the distance. He first thought that it was a construction site or something, since that was common in the city. But the sky was unusually dark and a flash streaked out of the sky. Alfred immediately stood up, texting back at incredible speed: Crap, there's thunder! #nopesthefuckoutofhere With that, Alfred pulled up his hood, running to his house. Now, normal people would have ran in a polite manner but Alfred pushed through the crowd, "Move bitch, get out of the way!"

Alfred ran over to his house, slamming the front door behind him. He hopped up the stairs and ran under his covers, taking his laptop with him. Arthur better get ready for a Skype call. He immediately opened Skype, calling Arthur. The thunder was louder now and Alfred flinched, tapping the laptop's keyboard impatiently.

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tracking.

Alfred smiled a little, "Hey Artie." He didn't really care that he looked like a mess, since he knew that Arthur could take a guess. Then, he felt something touch him. A living thing. "What the fuck just touched me, I swear-" Alfred stopped in mid-sentence as Americat popped up from behind him, looking as freaked out as his owner, with wide eyes and fur bristling. "Goddamn you. You nearly gave me a heart attack." Alfred looked down at Americat, who just shrank back near Alfred once the thunder came again.

It was obvious to tell that Americat wanted to come up to the screen too but he just stayed in place, too petrified to move. "Americat isn't like me! I'm much braver! Watch this!" Alfred glanced towards the window, putting his middle finger up at it, directing it towards the thunder, "Fuck you, thunder! Suck my dick!" The thunder rumbled loudly now, as if replying back. "Okay, I'm sorry!" Alfred shrank back, not so confident. Ugh, he hated being alone in stupid storms.

Alfred turned his attention back to Arthur, obviously trying his way to ignore the storm outside. Americat, on the other hand, gave one small and frightened meow before fleeing to under the bed, probably to stay there for the rest of the storm. Alfred stayed on top of the bed, though. "Ugh, this laptop screen so so annoying. I can't reach you from here." He already missed Arthur, even though it hasn't really been a full day.

Alfred tilted his head to one side, "What kind of game?" he asked curiously. A game seemed fun enough, even though Alfred had no idea what it would be about. As long as he didn't get hurt or die in it but knowing Arthur, those two might be likely possibilities.

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thank you so much for tokyo! <3

/runs off to the birthing thread

Alfred thought for a moment before saying, "Would you rather!" Well, he had to choose the safest one. Alfred didn't want to get dared to do anything stupid, like go outside or some crap.

[font=arial]"I would rather not eat your cooking, thank you very much. I do not want to die from your cooking. I would rather die a badass death." Alfred admitted, willing to give up hamburgers for a year jus so he could avoid eating Arthur's cooking. "Then again, I would probably die a stupid death anyway. Like if Im cornered with a murderer pointing a gun at me, I will most likely make a bad joke like, 'hit me with your best shot' and that would be the end of me. I'm fucked anyway." Alfred chuckled, seeming to forget about the storm.

Alfred grinned happily and thought of something worse than what anything Arthur had said. "Would you rather have a twerk off with Milely or have me disappear as, like, a whole country?" Alfred knew how much Arthur hated the concept of twerking, especially with Miley Cyrus involved so this was interesting to hear.

Wait, was Arthur actually being honest or was he joking? Alfred paused for a moment, then smiling and answering, "Aw, Artie, you would twerk with Miley just for me?" Alfred was actually surprised and he didn't expect that kind of answer. He expected something like: "I could watch you get hit by a car and not care less because you'd still survive".

"Harsh. Still, I expected that comment from you." Alfred shrugged it away as if it was nothing. Honestly, Alfred hoped that Arthur wouldn't curse him to get struck by lightning or something, since that Brit's black magic was nothing to be messed with. "C'mon Artie, I bet your twerking isn't that bad." Alfred giggled, knowing that twerking was actually difficult if you didn't have the right...ass size.

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