This is Author!Anon's first time posting and they apologize profoundly for it. Hope this is something like what you were hoping for!
Arthur believed ‘tinkering’ was a far too simplified verb to describe the intricate mechanics he was performing on his latest prototyped suit, but tinkering is exactly what FRANCIS described it as when he informed Alfred that Kirkland Tower wouldn’t be accepting any visitors today. Bloody French setting, nothing but snarky comments and requests for wine despite being told that such liquid would kill it. Idiot. “Perhaps you should return later when Arthur is more in the mood for your shared sexual tension, non?”
He’d been meaning to change it for months now; it shouldn't be hard, he’d added additional speech and language settings in during the preliminary implementation, and a simple switch of wires would finalize the changes. Arthur bit his lip, his eyes flickering between his current project and FRANCIS’s central system, his brain still a stuttering mess from the computer program’s earlier comment and his chest aching more than usual. ‘Frankly Rather A Nuisance Computer Intelligence Service’ most definitely needed an update, he decided, striding towards the hub and mumbling insults as he worked.
“Why fix suit when there is much vodka to be drink, da?”
Arthur grimaced and quickly turned the Russian setting off. Why he had included that in the first place was a mystery to him; like much of his work, it was probably just because he could. The Italian setting proved just as irritating and unhelpful as the French, and the German setting was honestly more terrifying than cooperative.
“Dude, hey!”
He tried to switch but, try as he might, his fingers refused to let him pass the American setting. “FRANCIS?” he said, aiming to sound stubborn and outright, but instead begrudgingly hearing his own voice soften at the familiar accent.
“What can I do for ya, man?”
Arthur shuddered at the blatant disrespect for the English tongue, but he avoided bringing it up. His shoulders relaxed and his fingers lightly traced the wires with a fond smile creeping onto his face, before he went to grab the necessary tools to confirm the modifications. It wasn't as if the accent sounded exactly like Alfred, it was just the simple, stereotypical drawl of an American chap that may somewhat resemble Alfred’s irritatingly alluring voice.
An obnoxious sounding “alterations complete!” alerted Arthur to how painfully ridiculous this increasing attraction was becoming, and he ran calloused fingers through his hair, allowing himself two seconds of self-evaluation before FRANCIS announced another visitor.
“Whoa, Artie, this looks kinda serious. Peter and an injured Alfred are awaiting entrance at the main doors.”
Arthur stifled himself from scolding FRANCIS’s use of the unfortunately accustomed nickname by dropping everything he was holding and running to the intercom, screeching a quite un-gentlemanlike, “well then show me them, you automated tosser,” as he searched the screen for any sign of the two reckless individuals. The screen blinked on, revealing an extremely sheepish looking Peter holding up Alfred awkwardly on one shoulder, giving a small wave.
“Howdy, Arthur!” He said, his smile tainted by blood running down one side of his lip and a shining bruise brewing on his right eye. “Funny story, hehe, so these huge guys are coming up to me and I’m like, don’t worry, I’ve got this, Spiderman to the rescue! And so I go pew, pew, pew with my wicked awesome string shot, all pokémon like, but I may have, heh, underestimated how many there were, which totally wasn’t my fault, so - even though I could definitely handle this myself- Alfred appears and is like CRASH, BANG, POW and it looks AWESOME, but, uh, we both are kinda… beat up, heh.”
“You are two of the most insufferable boys I have ever had the displeasure of getting to know,” Arthur growled through the intercom whilst banging his head repeatedly against the adjacent wall, “Let them in.”
“Sure thing, dude!”
“Hey, Arthur, is that..”
“Shut up and get inside before someone notices you!”
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Kirkland Tower [1a/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-04-22 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)This is Author!Anon's first time posting and they apologize profoundly for it. Hope this is something like what you were hoping for!
Arthur believed ‘tinkering’ was a far too simplified verb to describe the intricate mechanics he was performing on his latest prototyped suit, but tinkering is exactly what FRANCIS described it as when he informed Alfred that Kirkland Tower wouldn’t be accepting any visitors today. Bloody French setting, nothing but snarky comments and requests for wine despite being told that such liquid would kill it. Idiot. “Perhaps you should return later when Arthur is more in the mood for your shared sexual tension, non?”
He’d been meaning to change it for months now; it shouldn't be hard, he’d added additional speech and language settings in during the preliminary implementation, and a simple switch of wires would finalize the changes. Arthur bit his lip, his eyes flickering between his current project and FRANCIS’s central system, his brain still a stuttering mess from the computer program’s earlier comment and his chest aching more than usual. ‘Frankly Rather A Nuisance Computer Intelligence Service’ most definitely needed an update, he decided, striding towards the hub and mumbling insults as he worked.
“Why fix suit when there is much vodka to be drink, da?”
Arthur grimaced and quickly turned the Russian setting off. Why he had included that in the first place was a mystery to him; like much of his work, it was probably just because he could. The Italian setting proved just as irritating and unhelpful as the French, and the German setting was honestly more terrifying than cooperative.
“Dude, hey!”
He tried to switch but, try as he might, his fingers refused to let him pass the American setting. “FRANCIS?” he said, aiming to sound stubborn and outright, but instead begrudgingly hearing his own voice soften at the familiar accent.
“What can I do for ya, man?”
Arthur shuddered at the blatant disrespect for the English tongue, but he avoided bringing it up. His shoulders relaxed and his fingers lightly traced the wires with a fond smile creeping onto his face, before he went to grab the necessary tools to confirm the modifications. It wasn't as if the accent sounded exactly like Alfred, it was just the simple, stereotypical drawl of an American chap that may somewhat resemble Alfred’s irritatingly alluring voice.
An obnoxious sounding “alterations complete!” alerted Arthur to how painfully ridiculous this increasing attraction was becoming, and he ran calloused fingers through his hair, allowing himself two seconds of self-evaluation before FRANCIS announced another visitor.
“Whoa, Artie, this looks kinda serious. Peter and an injured Alfred are awaiting entrance at the main doors.”
Arthur stifled himself from scolding FRANCIS’s use of the unfortunately accustomed nickname by dropping everything he was holding and running to the intercom, screeching a quite un-gentlemanlike, “well then show me them, you automated tosser,” as he searched the screen for any sign of the two reckless individuals. The screen blinked on, revealing an extremely sheepish looking Peter holding up Alfred awkwardly on one shoulder, giving a small wave.
“Howdy, Arthur!” He said, his smile tainted by blood running down one side of his lip and a shining bruise brewing on his right eye. “Funny story, hehe, so these huge guys are coming up to me and I’m like, don’t worry, I’ve got this, Spiderman to the rescue! And so I go pew, pew, pew with my wicked awesome string shot, all pokémon like, but I may have, heh, underestimated how many there were, which totally wasn’t my fault, so - even though I could definitely handle this myself- Alfred appears and is like CRASH, BANG, POW and it looks AWESOME, but, uh, we both are kinda… beat up, heh.”
“You are two of the most insufferable boys I have ever had the displeasure of getting to know,” Arthur growled through the intercom whilst banging his head repeatedly against the adjacent wall, “Let them in.”
“Sure thing, dude!”
“Hey, Arthur, is that..”
“Shut up and get inside before someone notices you!”