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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Sept 21, 2010 1:16:31 GMT 8
Arthur had just moved in. He was currently carrying the last box towards his dorm. "Hng...my back" He complained as he made his way upstairs. Some students were this rich people who had other's to carry the stuff for him.
In Arthur's case, he had none. Only siblings who would just watch him in pain. Schadefreude. They enjoyed seeing him struggled. He sighed and put the box down. Why was moving always so hard? Though he couldn't wait to rearrange things and decorate the walls. He rubbed his back. Heavy box sure was heavy.
His favourite books were in there. He sighed again. "Well here goes." He lifted the box up again and then lost his balance somehow. Just in time to drop the box and it landed. Arthur himself however wasn't so lucky and fell down backwards. "Aaah-" He blinked in suprise when he didn't hit the floor but instead landed in someone else's arms.
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Post by ALFRED F. JONES on Sept 21, 2010 9:09:32 GMT 8
Whistling a rather happy tune, was the self-proclaimed Hero, Alfred F. Jones. He was rather eccentric today, even though he was lugging a big bag of ... his things, and was tugging it up the stairs without discomfort, really. His strength really came in handy here! His blue eyes twinkled as he drank in the sight of the beautiful school in front of him, and he took one, jumpy step forward --
Only to have someone fall into his arms at an astonishing rate.
"Wha --" Was all he could say before he felt the impact of the someone in his arms shake him, and he felt his glasses slide lower. Blinking through them, he shook them off as to give him less annoyance, and stared at the man that had fallen from the stairs.
"Whoa! Hey, you took some fall there! You 'kay?" He asked, a bit of worry reflecting his jubilant eyes. "That was a pretty nasty tumble, and guess, what if I, the Hero, wasn't there? It would'a been pretty bad, ain't it?" Alfred answered with a dopey grin.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Sept 21, 2010 16:25:51 GMT 8
Arthur's face was immediately covered in a blush. He looked up at the man who had saved him. "T-thank you..." He said a bit stuttering. He was still shocked from the fall and tried to hide his embarassment.
He nodded. "Y-yes probably." He mumbled. Not really saying much, he was glad he hadn't fell down on the floor. He tried to get up, out of the arms the so-called hero. He was still a little shaky.
He faced the other now properly. "I'm Arthur by the way, a-and thanks again for catching me.." He mumbled softly as he tried to hide his blush. Gosh this was embarassing.
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Post by ALFRED F. JONES on Sept 23, 2010 10:37:54 GMT 8
"Hey, it was nothin'! Glad'ta help." Alfred shot one of those lady-killing winks and put a strong hand on the other's shoulder, to steady and help him up. "Whoa, you okay there? You're not that shaken, are ya?" The blonde American checked, looking all over the other, before raising his glasses up his nose.
"Don't worry, 'cause I caught you in time, y'know? Should you more worried if you actually did fall." Here, his voice did lower in worry a little, and he offered his hand as the other introduced himself, grinning. All trace of worry gone, was the Hero, blue eyes reflecting his inner happiness.
"'m Alfred F. Jones, but you can call me Hero, yeah?" He added, staring at the bushy eyebrows and the blush. Why was the man blushin'? He had just helped him, was all.
"You hot or somethin'?" Alfred couldn't just pass this by, his look on the blush, "Kind'a cute, y'know?"
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Sept 24, 2010 2:34:31 GMT 8
Arthur nodded and tried to get his body to stop shaking. "Yes, I'm fine." He told him and straightened his shirt.
He smiled some and shook the other's hand. "Nice to meet you, Alfred." He told him. And he meant it. He was glad to have met him, else he would've been lying down the stairs with probably a broken arm or leg.
He blinked when the other mentioned his blush, which caused him to blush even more. "W-what?" He looked away and looked of the box he had dropped. "I'm not...cute." He told the other as he started to put back all the notebooks that had fallen out of the box, in it. Which included one of his diaries. He quickly put that down in the box, he couldn't have such thing lying around for everyone to see. Meanwhile he was focussed on hiding his blush.
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Post by ALFRED F. JONES on Sept 25, 2010 14:19:50 GMT 8
"Here, le'mme help ya with that." Alfred exclaimed, then began to pick up the books and items scattered around the floor. "Uh..." He stupidly started, then grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and held it out to the other, putting on a droopy smile.
"You probably need it more than me, yeah?"
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Sept 26, 2010 3:55:35 GMT 8
Arthur looked at the American. "A-ah you don't have to-" He started but noticed he was already helping him. He shyly mumbled a thanks and gathered his books also.
"Thank you" he said as he gave the other a generous smile. He nodded and took the bottle from Alfred. Their fingers touched for a bit, which resulted for a blush to creep up Arthur's face again. He shyly drunk some water as he tried to hide his blush, before giving it back to Alfred.
All the books were back in the box now. He shyly looked at Alfred. "A-ah I'm sorry to ask again for help b-but can you help me carry this?" He asked him, blushing some. Arthur rarely asked people for help and especially not someone he had just met.
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Post by ALFRED F. JONES on Sept 26, 2010 23:27:42 GMT 8
Man, was he cute.
Alfred couldn't help but to stare in a very rude manner as he dreamily nodded, before snapping awake and wiping some -- was that drool -- off his lips. As soon as their fingers touched, he felt a small tingle; that resulted in him copying the blush Arthur had on before. Coughing rather loudly, the American placed his hands behind his head and grinned. "No problem at all, 'course!" He added before already beginning to haul the box up to his shoulders, raising it in one, triumphant budge of strength.
"Got'cha." He grunted before walking a few steps up the stairs, looking down at the shorter man. "No need'ta be shy in askin' me anythin', yeah? 'm here as your personal Hero, if you wan'na." He shot another proud reply before climbing the stairs with ease, hauling his own things behind.
"So, yeah -- where'ta, where'ta?"
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Sept 27, 2010 4:05:31 GMT 8
Arthur blushed and smiled shyly. His personal hero. The words repeated in his head and it made him somewhat happy and all nice inside. He wouldn't mind to have a personal hero like this. He mentally slapped himself about that he was daydreaming strange things like a highschoolgirl.
He nodded and thanked Alfred again, as he watched him lift the box so easily. He felt a little stupid that he was barely able to lift it himself. "A-ah uhm...to my dorm room. Almatar dorm rooms." He told him as he followed him upstairs. "You're pretty strong." He mumbled rather shyly.
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Post by ALFRED F. JONES on Sept 28, 2010 19:44:46 GMT 8
Alfred just grinned at the blonde teen as he wiped back a stray strand of curl behind his ear, then continued walking up the stairs. "Aw, you're in Almatar?" He said as nonchalantly as he could, while biting back yet another comment about how much he'd miss his company. Man, that would have been extremely ... Embarrassing.
"But don't worry, yeah? No need'ta worry, 'll always check up on ya and your Dorm room, and if someone picks on ya, just le'mme know, 'kay?" The American continued before giving a small smile at the other; he was just too cute. "Thanks, I guess I just was strong ever since Mama had me, y'know? I always used'ta be pretty damn good at things with strength..."
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