Sorry this took so long to post. I wanted to have three good chapters before I posted something. Funny seeing as how I start this right before school starts. I'm so doing myself in. *** “Peter!” Arthur roared as he came tearing out of his office, finding Peter sitting there, paling, as he continued to play his video game.
“What do you want, jerk?” Peter says, but his voice flickers a bit, signaling he mostly likely knows he’s been caught up in what happened.
“What the bloody hell did you do to my office?” Peter cringed a bit, but recovered quickly, but not quick enough. Arthur folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Peter, I know it was you, you git.” Peter closes his game with a huff, but he doesn’t say anything. “You wanted something from the top shelf, didn’t you?”
“So, what if I did.”
“Peter, those books aren’t for children.” Arthur growls out, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m not a kid.”
“Oh, bloody hell, you are.” Peter pouts, knowing his not going to win this battle with his youngest older brother. Sure any of his other three would have let him do it, hell they probably would have praised him, but Arthur was the only sensible one in the Kirkland family it seems, the only one with the wits to raise a well behaved child.
Arthur overreaching, that he knows well enough, about his now destroyed office, but sometimes it seems the only way to get across to Peter. Rubbing his temples, he lets out an angry sigh throw his nose, wishing Matthew would just hurry up and finish his vacation and the summer would end for Peter.
“You know what, just go over to Tino’s house, I can’t deal with you right now.” Arthur grinds out, and it doesn’t take Peter long to follow such a wonderful instruction. “You better tell him what you did as well!” Arthur calls just before the door slams loudly leaving Arthur to just sigh.
Rather defeated he walks back to his once, perfect and orderly office. Now there’s just some giant hole that just stares at him as he enters the room. Books scattered on the floor as they seemed to try to find an escape from the shelves that tore open the wall. His desk chair is toppled over, with a shelf flung onto his desk, destroying his laptop.
His phone rings, and Arthur finds that of all things that he wouldn’t mind being damaged, the phone isn’t. Kicking some of the books out of the way (venting is anger on something he couldn’t harm anymore), Arthur made his way to the phone, glancing at the caller ID and groaning. Of all times for Elizaveta to ask, though it was more like demand, for some of his recent work, it had to be now. Could this day get any worse?
“Hello Elizaveta,” Arthur says dully.
“Hey Arthur,” Elizaveta said and Arthur can hear the smile in his voice, “have anything new for the story I told you would be great.” Arthur drops down to the untouched couch.
Fix That Will You [1a/?]
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“Peter!” Arthur roared as he came tearing out of his office, finding Peter sitting there, paling, as he continued to play his video game.
“What do you want, jerk?” Peter says, but his voice flickers a bit, signaling he mostly likely knows he’s been caught up in what happened.
“What the bloody hell did you do to my office?” Peter cringed a bit, but recovered quickly, but not quick enough. Arthur folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently. “Peter, I know it was you, you git.” Peter closes his game with a huff, but he doesn’t say anything. “You wanted something from the top shelf, didn’t you?”
“So, what if I did.”
“Peter, those books aren’t for children.” Arthur growls out, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m not a kid.”
“Oh, bloody hell, you are.” Peter pouts, knowing his not going to win this battle with his youngest older brother. Sure any of his other three would have let him do it, hell they probably would have praised him, but Arthur was the only sensible one in the Kirkland family it seems, the only one with the wits to raise a well behaved child.
Arthur overreaching, that he knows well enough, about his now destroyed office, but sometimes it seems the only way to get across to Peter. Rubbing his temples, he lets out an angry sigh throw his nose, wishing Matthew would just hurry up and finish his vacation and the summer would end for Peter.
“You know what, just go over to Tino’s house, I can’t deal with you right now.” Arthur grinds out, and it doesn’t take Peter long to follow such a wonderful instruction. “You better tell him what you did as well!” Arthur calls just before the door slams loudly leaving Arthur to just sigh.
Rather defeated he walks back to his once, perfect and orderly office. Now there’s just some giant hole that just stares at him as he enters the room. Books scattered on the floor as they seemed to try to find an escape from the shelves that tore open the wall. His desk chair is toppled over, with a shelf flung onto his desk, destroying his laptop.
His phone rings, and Arthur finds that of all things that he wouldn’t mind being damaged, the phone isn’t. Kicking some of the books out of the way (venting is anger on something he couldn’t harm anymore), Arthur made his way to the phone, glancing at the caller ID and groaning. Of all times for Elizaveta to ask, though it was more like demand, for some of his recent work, it had to be now. Could this day get any worse?
“Hello Elizaveta,” Arthur says dully.
“Hey Arthur,” Elizaveta said and Arthur can hear the smile in his voice, “have anything new for the story I told you would be great.” Arthur drops down to the untouched couch.