sweet-devil-al:
Misplaced co-…Sorry for asking jeez. *He just leans back, focusing his gaze on a spot on the ceiling and staying quiet for a moment* …Yeah you’re usually in a mood but not so much with me. You come off as cranky sometimes but right now you’re acting more like you’re fed up with something.
Very much misplaced, yes. [He watches him quietly before padding over and sitting himself down on the edge of the seat, a bit stiff for a moment before he relaxes again, watching him quietly from the corner of his eye.] …I see.
sweet-devil-al:
*He sighs before wordlessly standing and following, taking his usual spot on the couch and leaning forward a bit, looking up at him* You seem to be in a bit of a mood today. Everything alright?
What’s a day or two, to be honest. I thought I usually appeared to be in something of a mood, so what does it matter now. Everything is fine, thank you for the misplaced concern. [He’ll hesitate several moments, standing near the couch as if debating if he wanted to sit by him or not.]
gilbecraycray:
rainandtealeaves:
gilbecraycray replied to your post: I spy an asshole over yonder.
-STANDS LIKE A SOLDIER IN LINE AND STARTS MARCHING AROUND ARTHUR- Who needs a mirror to see what’s already in front of them?
Yes, that’s much better. Now keep it like that. Chin up just a tad more and your shoulders could do with being just a smidge more square.
[Yes, he is completely ignoring that comment, thank you, Beilschmidt.]
Don’t you tell me how to march, Kirkland. I’m a fucking Prussian. -drawls out the next line- I wasn’t dissolved for my taste in helmets.
-sing song- Asshole over yonder.
Yes, but currently you appear to be on English soil. So I don’t think that’s relevant at all. [Jabs him between the shoulders when he marches past]
Shoulders back. Chin up.
sweet-devil-al:
I’m not trying to do anything honestly. Can’t help it if I make a face that you think looks like a kicked puppy.
*He furrows his brows under the pat, sighing and resting his chin in his palm, watching him quietly*
But of course.
I’m assuming this was meant to be another pleasure visit, yes? I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if you wished to come in.
[He paused by the door, not turning around but fully aware of the fact that he was being watched.]
gilbecraycray replied to your post: I spy an asshole over yonder.
-STANDS LIKE A SOLDIER IN LINE AND STARTS MARCHING AROUND ARTHUR- Who needs a mirror to see what’s already in front of them?
Yes, that’s much better. Now keep it like that. Chin up just a tad more and your shoulders could do with being just a smidge more square.
[Yes, he is completely ignoring that comment, thank you, Beilschmidt.]
earlgreywithcomplaints replied to your post: I need your help. Well… perhaps not need. That’s…
I need to bury a body. -Wait a beat. Holds out a small book out. It looks to be a fairly new book of poems, a little beaten by a few years but still good condition- I would like your opinion on a few of these, specifically one on page 47. -Waits-
Why are you incapable of carrying out such a task on your own? It is not that difficult, certainly not enough to warrant two sets of hands. [He’ll look the book over before he takes it slowly in his hands, running the pad of his thumb over the edges of the pages and flipping idly to the requested page.]
sweet-devil-al:
…Well fine, bye then.
If you’re attempting to guilt me with that expression, it won’t work. Stop looking like a kicked pup, it’s unbecoming of one your age.
[He only came back because he forgot his teacup outside, and he’ll forget it if he leaves it for later, but he’ll just sigh and pat the other on the head, not making any move other than that. He hesitates a moment there, unsure of himself now, but then he starts walking away again, perhaps a bit slower than before.]
sweet-devil-al:
Well I’m just going to keep saying it until I get a hi back. Hi. Hi. Hi Arthur. Hi. Hello Arthur. Hiyah. Yo. Hi. Hello.
…Goodbye. [And he’ll stand up and make to walk back inside because that’s ridiculous and he won’t have a part of it.]
