Post by Scotland on Nov 25, 2010 23:17:04 GMT -6
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Sitting in his study and doing nothing was a pleasure Arthur very rarely got to indulge in. As it was, he was currently in his study. "Doing nothing" wasn't how he would characterize the stack of papers on his desk, though. He gave a sigh as he sat back from the desk a bit, straightening his spine and stretching. He really had been putting this paperwork off for far too long... But he had been doing nothing but work for the last two hours. It was past time for a break.
HELLOLassies: Slow day in his mind was very slow, on top of a very slow day, no harrassment of family had come for quite sometime. It sucked, Drystan was a bore, Cain and Abel were having to many problems to try and go after, even his baby brother was having chained-down issues. Though, that never did try and stop him from going to harrass and get a rise out of the little baby who could still be in diapers with how he acts. Walking up the driveway and toward the door he didn't even bothering to knock of the door and giving the knob a jiggle to find it was unlocked, his smug grin began to grow. Pushing the door open roughly so that it crashed with a loud slam against the wall, he called out through the house, voice carrying in an echo. "YO ARTY-BOY, I KNOW YER HOME! WHERE ARE YEH?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "........" Arthur felt a slow tic begin in his temple, his pulse speeding already. Starting out the door and closing the door roughly (just shy of slamming it himself), he called from the top of the stairs, "What do you want, wanker?" He growled under his breath as he started down the stairs. He was going to need a drink. Truthfully, he already needed one, but he wasn't going to open the liquor cabinet with Alex in the house. Ever. Even though he already had a headache. God, this was /not/ his day, was it? "And I swear to God, if tha-- .....don't slam my doors."
HELLOLassies: Shrugging his shoulders with a laugh, he stepped forward after practically slamming the front door shut behind him. "What, not happy to see me eh?" Walking forward toward the kitchen, he couldn't help but get a twisted sort of amusement from his brother's attempt to not look angry. So cute, and so much like a kid would still continue to do. "What, I can't come see my baby brother once in a while? So, where's Francis and the Perfect 10 at?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "My fiancee," he called after him, following his brother into the kitchen, "is working, and the.. 'Perfect 10'--" he spat the term, words leaving a bitter flavor on his tongue "--has a name. I would appreciate you using it." Once in the kitchen, he pulled open a cabinet and removed a cup, turning on the electric kettle beside the sink and dropping a teabag into the mug. "And I would also appreciate you /knocking/ before you barge into my house."
HELLOLassies: Raising his shoulders in a shrug again, he let out a quiet click of his tongue as he shifted in the direction of the pantry. "Whatever Arty, don't really see why you even care honestly. I always used to barge in here and you didn't act like you've got a stick shoved up your ass as for the lass...Eh...Again, don't see why you care. I only use that name so you don't get pissed off."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur felt his lip twitching in something that could probably be labelled 'contempt.' "....you haven't answered my question," he said, voice carefully controlled. "What the /bloody/ fuck do you want?" He picked up his kettle and carefully poured the water into the cup, setting it down immediately after he was done pouring in order to avoid the temptation of bashing Alex in the head with it.
HELLOLassies: "Said already, just wanted to come and check in on my baby brother. What's it like dragging that ball and chain now? Got the best of both worlds, going to turn into a pimp now, eh?" He asked, tone holding a smooth tone to it as he opened the pantry door and beginning to go through the food.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Grateful the potential bludgeon was out of his hand, he turned his back to the counter and watched his brother rifled through his pantry - he was used to that, from various sources. "You know, Alex, occasionally, there's a reason other than sex to be with someone. Had that thought ever crossed your mind?"
HELLOLassies: "Don't see why it would, being chained down is to much of a pain in the ass. Tried it once, didn't like it. This lass wanted me to marry her, all she'd do is nag nag nag bitch bitch bitch. Better watch it Arty, or that Spanish 10 will start to do the same."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No, Alex, I don't think she will," he said simply, tone clipped. He really, honestly, truly was not in the mood to deal with this. Even more than he didn't want to deal with his brother, he didn't want to start a fight. Not in the house, where there was so much that could be broken.
HELLOLassies: "Doubt it, all chicks end up like that if you think about it. Tell you also right now, you just wait. It'll happen or some other lad will come and take her off your hands for good." He said, not really paying attention to the shortness in his brother's voice, his brow quirked. "Oi, got anything good in here?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "......." Arthur chose not to respond to the first statement out of his brother's mouth - come to think of it, that was probably just a good rule in general, pertaining to Alex. But if he said anything to that, he would lose it, and he knew it. "You see what's there," he called back, voice still carefully controlled.
HELLOLassies: "Yeah I see what's in here, doesn't look good tho--Here we go." Grinning, he grabbed a bag of what looked to be gingersnaps before moving and sitting down on the counter and opening the bag. "What? Don't got anything to say eh?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur made a mental note to buy more biscuits for Eva as he reached behind himself and picked up the cup, watching Alex from the corner of his eye. "No, I have nothing to say on the matter," he said, still uncharacteristically quiet.
HELLOLassies: "You do, I can tell you do. You're never this quiet unless you've got something on your mind." Glancing in the direction of his brother, he reached into his pocket and removed a silver cigarette case along with a lighter.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur reached over and deftly plucked the lighter from his brother's hand. "Don't smoke in my house," he said plainly, slipping the device into his pocket and sipping his tea. "I told you, I have nothing to say to you on the matter."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "If you cared to recall," he said, standing and moving away from the counter, towards the sitting room, "I have children living here, and I actually do have grandchildren. If you must smoke, there's a smoking room."
HELLOLassies: "Yeah, which smells like shit most of the time." Rolling his eyes and waiting till his brother's back was turned, took another lighter out of his pocket and took a cigarette from the case and popped it into his mouth. Lighting it, and bouncing it up and down slightly in his mouth, he hopped off the counter and followed.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Hearing the flick of the lighter behind him, Arthur scowled and wheeled on his heel, snatching the lit cigarette from the other's mouth and mashing it against a decorative plate hanging on the wall - it would clean. "Too bad," he growled. "Not in my house." And he turned again, pace slightly quicker as he headed towards his chair, dropping easily into it with his tea carefully balanced. He crossed his legs, watching Alex over the rim of his cup as he took another sip.
HELLOLassies: The corner of his lip immediately twitched when his cigarette was removed from his mouth and mashed out, hands slightly beginning to twitch. "Since when did you get to be such a stick in the ass, eh? Oh let me guess, been around the Spanish 10 to long so you're starting to act like one?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No," he said simply. "It's a matter of you respecting my home." He set his cup down on the table beside his chair, clasping his hands, fingers and forearms carefully relaxed, not showing any sign of aggression or anger. "And I'll remind you again, because you seem have an issue remembering this, but her name is Eva. Use it."
HELLOLassies: Rolling his eyes in response to what was said, he set the bag down on the couch and plopped down on the cushions. "Didn't care when I smoked before, and I will say it again Arty. Don't see the point in using names, never have never will. I have to know, why keep her around, eh? Got what you want, and just wanting more?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "And now /I'll/ say again, Alexander," he growled, a hint of Cockney sneaking into his voice. "There are reasons to be around people other than fucking. I 'keep her around'--" again, he spat the phrase, not liking the taste of the words on his tongue "--because of this crazy thing that I don't think you've ever understood. It's called love, and loyalty." He paused for a moment, looking past his elder brother as he thought for a beat. "Anything else is fringe benefits," he muttered into his cup, taking another drink.
HELLOLassies: Quirking a brow at the use of his full name and at the pity-speech he was given, he couldn't stop the bark-like laugh that erupted from his mouth. Pushing his bangs out of his face, his smirk only continued to grow. "Right, you may say that Arty but think about it. Guys who like chicks go after the ones without a ring, your lass is considered to be fair game by that logic. So you 'love' her and are 'loyal' to her but keep her out there dangling like a piece of meat eh? Hot chick like her? Hard to come by, if you're not careful I'll sooner steal her from you rather than later.”
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Every muscle in Arthur's upper body tensed at the redhead's words. He knew Eva could take care of herself... but the words still struck him. "If I find out about you so much as /touching/ her, I swear to god, I'll string your entrails across the river," he growled, voice low.
HELLOLassies: "What, don't sound so serious baby brother just bein' honest." Chuckling and leaning back against the couch, he rested his hands behind his head. "What, going to monitor every guy who takes a little peek? I'll say it again, it's basic logic. No ring, fair game. Always been that way, always will be."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No," he said, voice still low. "I know tha' Eva can take care o' 'erself. It's types like /you/ I'm worried 'bout." He didn't voice the bit that hurt the most, though he was sure it showed in his eyes, somewhere amid the rage: They were brothers... and he'd threaten to hurt him in ways that went beyond any of their fights; all the injuries and scars combined wouldn't compare.
HELLOLassies: "......." Taking note of the voice and catching a glimpse of his brother's eyes, he sighed and reached forward to pat at his head. He had gone a little to far, god damn what a pain in the ass. "Look, I'm not going to try and steal her she's yours and besides, not my type at all. Just trying to give yeh a warnin' with others, so if I were you I'd mark your territory and soon."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur leaned away from the condescending hand, expression softening and smoothing into something calmer, though his eyes still blazed. "Tha's what I don' think you understan'," he said, voice softer, at a more natural level. "She's not my 'territ'ry.' She's a grown woman, can do as she pleases, leave if she wants ta. I jus' don' think she will."
HELLOLassies: Shrugging and pulling his hand back, he leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. "Naive as ever, aren't yeh Arty? I'm saying all this stuff as a warnin' to yeh, I know about guys like me and so I know what goes on and why. I don't want to see yeh get hurt, unless it's by me."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: He rolled his eyes slightly, resting an elbow on the arm of his chair and relaxing into the upholstery. "Well, if that isn't a comfort, I don't know what is," he said, his voice fairly bleeding with sarcasm and his tone once again controlled and calm.
HELLOLassies: "Should be, I'm looking out for yeh." His eyes rolled as well, getting up from his spot on the couch as he raised his arms in a stretch. "Just think about what I said"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: He gave a "hmm" of understanding, standing as well, drinking down the remainder of his tea. "I'll think about it," he promised, cracking his neck to the side. He really... really didnt' want to go back to work.
HELLOLassies: "Good, I've caused enough damage here today. I'll see yeh later Arty, don't get killed." Chuckling and grabbing the bag before he left, he left the house with a quiet whistle and happily took a cigarette out of the care and put it in his mouth, lighting it.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "....." Arthur gave a sigh as the door closed (reasonably, this time). An interesting thing, the relationship he had with his brother... Trying to clear his thoughts, he took the cup back to the kitchen, setting it in the sink before starting upstairs, back to the study and the paperwork that refused to wait.
HELLOLassies: Slow day in his mind was very slow, on top of a very slow day, no harrassment of family had come for quite sometime. It sucked, Drystan was a bore, Cain and Abel were having to many problems to try and go after, even his baby brother was having chained-down issues. Though, that never did try and stop him from going to harrass and get a rise out of the little baby who could still be in diapers with how he acts. Walking up the driveway and toward the door he didn't even bothering to knock of the door and giving the knob a jiggle to find it was unlocked, his smug grin began to grow. Pushing the door open roughly so that it crashed with a loud slam against the wall, he called out through the house, voice carrying in an echo. "YO ARTY-BOY, I KNOW YER HOME! WHERE ARE YEH?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "........" Arthur felt a slow tic begin in his temple, his pulse speeding already. Starting out the door and closing the door roughly (just shy of slamming it himself), he called from the top of the stairs, "What do you want, wanker?" He growled under his breath as he started down the stairs. He was going to need a drink. Truthfully, he already needed one, but he wasn't going to open the liquor cabinet with Alex in the house. Ever. Even though he already had a headache. God, this was /not/ his day, was it? "And I swear to God, if tha-- .....don't slam my doors."
HELLOLassies: Shrugging his shoulders with a laugh, he stepped forward after practically slamming the front door shut behind him. "What, not happy to see me eh?" Walking forward toward the kitchen, he couldn't help but get a twisted sort of amusement from his brother's attempt to not look angry. So cute, and so much like a kid would still continue to do. "What, I can't come see my baby brother once in a while? So, where's Francis and the Perfect 10 at?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "My fiancee," he called after him, following his brother into the kitchen, "is working, and the.. 'Perfect 10'--" he spat the term, words leaving a bitter flavor on his tongue "--has a name. I would appreciate you using it." Once in the kitchen, he pulled open a cabinet and removed a cup, turning on the electric kettle beside the sink and dropping a teabag into the mug. "And I would also appreciate you /knocking/ before you barge into my house."
HELLOLassies: Raising his shoulders in a shrug again, he let out a quiet click of his tongue as he shifted in the direction of the pantry. "Whatever Arty, don't really see why you even care honestly. I always used to barge in here and you didn't act like you've got a stick shoved up your ass as for the lass...Eh...Again, don't see why you care. I only use that name so you don't get pissed off."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur felt his lip twitching in something that could probably be labelled 'contempt.' "....you haven't answered my question," he said, voice carefully controlled. "What the /bloody/ fuck do you want?" He picked up his kettle and carefully poured the water into the cup, setting it down immediately after he was done pouring in order to avoid the temptation of bashing Alex in the head with it.
HELLOLassies: "Said already, just wanted to come and check in on my baby brother. What's it like dragging that ball and chain now? Got the best of both worlds, going to turn into a pimp now, eh?" He asked, tone holding a smooth tone to it as he opened the pantry door and beginning to go through the food.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Grateful the potential bludgeon was out of his hand, he turned his back to the counter and watched his brother rifled through his pantry - he was used to that, from various sources. "You know, Alex, occasionally, there's a reason other than sex to be with someone. Had that thought ever crossed your mind?"
HELLOLassies: "Don't see why it would, being chained down is to much of a pain in the ass. Tried it once, didn't like it. This lass wanted me to marry her, all she'd do is nag nag nag bitch bitch bitch. Better watch it Arty, or that Spanish 10 will start to do the same."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No, Alex, I don't think she will," he said simply, tone clipped. He really, honestly, truly was not in the mood to deal with this. Even more than he didn't want to deal with his brother, he didn't want to start a fight. Not in the house, where there was so much that could be broken.
HELLOLassies: "Doubt it, all chicks end up like that if you think about it. Tell you also right now, you just wait. It'll happen or some other lad will come and take her off your hands for good." He said, not really paying attention to the shortness in his brother's voice, his brow quirked. "Oi, got anything good in here?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "......." Arthur chose not to respond to the first statement out of his brother's mouth - come to think of it, that was probably just a good rule in general, pertaining to Alex. But if he said anything to that, he would lose it, and he knew it. "You see what's there," he called back, voice still carefully controlled.
HELLOLassies: "Yeah I see what's in here, doesn't look good tho--Here we go." Grinning, he grabbed a bag of what looked to be gingersnaps before moving and sitting down on the counter and opening the bag. "What? Don't got anything to say eh?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur made a mental note to buy more biscuits for Eva as he reached behind himself and picked up the cup, watching Alex from the corner of his eye. "No, I have nothing to say on the matter," he said, still uncharacteristically quiet.
HELLOLassies: "You do, I can tell you do. You're never this quiet unless you've got something on your mind." Glancing in the direction of his brother, he reached into his pocket and removed a silver cigarette case along with a lighter.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur reached over and deftly plucked the lighter from his brother's hand. "Don't smoke in my house," he said plainly, slipping the device into his pocket and sipping his tea. "I told you, I have nothing to say to you on the matter."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "If you cared to recall," he said, standing and moving away from the counter, towards the sitting room, "I have children living here, and I actually do have grandchildren. If you must smoke, there's a smoking room."
HELLOLassies: "Yeah, which smells like shit most of the time." Rolling his eyes and waiting till his brother's back was turned, took another lighter out of his pocket and took a cigarette from the case and popped it into his mouth. Lighting it, and bouncing it up and down slightly in his mouth, he hopped off the counter and followed.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Hearing the flick of the lighter behind him, Arthur scowled and wheeled on his heel, snatching the lit cigarette from the other's mouth and mashing it against a decorative plate hanging on the wall - it would clean. "Too bad," he growled. "Not in my house." And he turned again, pace slightly quicker as he headed towards his chair, dropping easily into it with his tea carefully balanced. He crossed his legs, watching Alex over the rim of his cup as he took another sip.
HELLOLassies: The corner of his lip immediately twitched when his cigarette was removed from his mouth and mashed out, hands slightly beginning to twitch. "Since when did you get to be such a stick in the ass, eh? Oh let me guess, been around the Spanish 10 to long so you're starting to act like one?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No," he said simply. "It's a matter of you respecting my home." He set his cup down on the table beside his chair, clasping his hands, fingers and forearms carefully relaxed, not showing any sign of aggression or anger. "And I'll remind you again, because you seem have an issue remembering this, but her name is Eva. Use it."
HELLOLassies: Rolling his eyes in response to what was said, he set the bag down on the couch and plopped down on the cushions. "Didn't care when I smoked before, and I will say it again Arty. Don't see the point in using names, never have never will. I have to know, why keep her around, eh? Got what you want, and just wanting more?"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "And now /I'll/ say again, Alexander," he growled, a hint of Cockney sneaking into his voice. "There are reasons to be around people other than fucking. I 'keep her around'--" again, he spat the phrase, not liking the taste of the words on his tongue "--because of this crazy thing that I don't think you've ever understood. It's called love, and loyalty." He paused for a moment, looking past his elder brother as he thought for a beat. "Anything else is fringe benefits," he muttered into his cup, taking another drink.
HELLOLassies: Quirking a brow at the use of his full name and at the pity-speech he was given, he couldn't stop the bark-like laugh that erupted from his mouth. Pushing his bangs out of his face, his smirk only continued to grow. "Right, you may say that Arty but think about it. Guys who like chicks go after the ones without a ring, your lass is considered to be fair game by that logic. So you 'love' her and are 'loyal' to her but keep her out there dangling like a piece of meat eh? Hot chick like her? Hard to come by, if you're not careful I'll sooner steal her from you rather than later.”
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Every muscle in Arthur's upper body tensed at the redhead's words. He knew Eva could take care of herself... but the words still struck him. "If I find out about you so much as /touching/ her, I swear to god, I'll string your entrails across the river," he growled, voice low.
HELLOLassies: "What, don't sound so serious baby brother just bein' honest." Chuckling and leaning back against the couch, he rested his hands behind his head. "What, going to monitor every guy who takes a little peek? I'll say it again, it's basic logic. No ring, fair game. Always been that way, always will be."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "No," he said, voice still low. "I know tha' Eva can take care o' 'erself. It's types like /you/ I'm worried 'bout." He didn't voice the bit that hurt the most, though he was sure it showed in his eyes, somewhere amid the rage: They were brothers... and he'd threaten to hurt him in ways that went beyond any of their fights; all the injuries and scars combined wouldn't compare.
HELLOLassies: "......." Taking note of the voice and catching a glimpse of his brother's eyes, he sighed and reached forward to pat at his head. He had gone a little to far, god damn what a pain in the ass. "Look, I'm not going to try and steal her she's yours and besides, not my type at all. Just trying to give yeh a warnin' with others, so if I were you I'd mark your territory and soon."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: Arthur leaned away from the condescending hand, expression softening and smoothing into something calmer, though his eyes still blazed. "Tha's what I don' think you understan'," he said, voice softer, at a more natural level. "She's not my 'territ'ry.' She's a grown woman, can do as she pleases, leave if she wants ta. I jus' don' think she will."
HELLOLassies: Shrugging and pulling his hand back, he leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. "Naive as ever, aren't yeh Arty? I'm saying all this stuff as a warnin' to yeh, I know about guys like me and so I know what goes on and why. I don't want to see yeh get hurt, unless it's by me."
BrowsSculptedByGOD: He rolled his eyes slightly, resting an elbow on the arm of his chair and relaxing into the upholstery. "Well, if that isn't a comfort, I don't know what is," he said, his voice fairly bleeding with sarcasm and his tone once again controlled and calm.
HELLOLassies: "Should be, I'm looking out for yeh." His eyes rolled as well, getting up from his spot on the couch as he raised his arms in a stretch. "Just think about what I said"
BrowsSculptedByGOD: He gave a "hmm" of understanding, standing as well, drinking down the remainder of his tea. "I'll think about it," he promised, cracking his neck to the side. He really... really didnt' want to go back to work.
HELLOLassies: "Good, I've caused enough damage here today. I'll see yeh later Arty, don't get killed." Chuckling and grabbing the bag before he left, he left the house with a quiet whistle and happily took a cigarette out of the care and put it in his mouth, lighting it.
BrowsSculptedByGOD: "....." Arthur gave a sigh as the door closed (reasonably, this time). An interesting thing, the relationship he had with his brother... Trying to clear his thoughts, he took the cup back to the kitchen, setting it in the sink before starting upstairs, back to the study and the paperwork that refused to wait.
