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That Was Not According To The Plan!
Arthur looks out through his living room window as the rain start to get intense enough to drum loudly against the glassy survace.
He ignores it.
Well, no, not actually.
He had managed quite well to ignore the small rain that had been going for at least ten minutes, but...
Arthur pushes himself up from the sofa he sits in, trying to peek outside to see how bad it is.
He surely isn't still out there, is he?
No, of course not.
Arthur shifts in the sofa to get more comfortable and sighs in content as he reopens the book he had been reading.
It takes him to read the same paragraph three times without still knowing what he read to admit to himself that... well, he's not really sure of what he did just stop denying, but he puts a marker on the book anyway and gets up.
He pauses.
Then he goes the hallway, looks at the door with a frown and goes for his jacket, putting it on before reaching for his umbrella. He grabs the knob and, before he can think about it, he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him and quickly opening the umbrella.
Then Arthur is in the street. Not even three minutes later he's kicking himself for doing it, when he could be warm and completely dry at home, but he still walks forward, down the street, turns the corner, street, street, alley and main street, until he reaches a familiar park.
He knows precisely where he should go, and now his inner scold changed from being warm to how useless it is what he's doing, of course he's not there!
But he still walks forward.
Until he stops, recognizing a figure sitting in a particular bench, head low and arms supporting his upper weigh from the pressure they do on the legs.
Arthur runs a hand through his face and hair. He can still turn around and go away unnoticed by the other.
But he walks forward anyway.
Francis looks up when suddenly the rain stops, and he looks up to see an umbrella opened and covering him. He turns his head and holds a small smile at seeing Arthur looking to the side with a scowl.
"What on Earth are you still doing here, git!" Arthur yells at him "You were stood up! You should have known that when I didn't come!"
"Ah, but you see." Francis sits straighter now "You did come. You're just a bit late."
"A bit late? We were supposed to meet an hour ago!" Arthur continues, and doesn't quite understand the other, he had been in glee imagining the perverted French waiting for him in that bench until he realized that Arthur had only accepted to go out with him to stood him up later, so why isn't Francis annoyed? "I didn't plan to come at all!"
"But you did." And Francis can't help the teasing smirk to come to him, repressing a shiver from the cold wet clothes he's wearing.
"I-I..." Arthur looks bewilderment for a moment "Only because it was raining! And you'd be even more annoying as usual if you were sick! S-so get up! I'm tired of being here, I'm going away!"
But he doesn't move until Francis does get up. Then he turns around and is careful to hold the umbrella above both their heads as they walk in silence.
"Oh bugger."
"What? What is it?"
"I...ah, I forgot my keys inside."
"You- atchoo!"
"Bless you."
"You forgot your keys? Why did you leave home without them?"
"I just forgot, you sod!"
"Don't you have any spear key under the carpet, or some vase?"
"Of course not! Someone would just break in if I had!"
"So what now?"
"I...think I'll break a window..."
"Let me pass."
"Wha- don't just shove to- where did you get that key?"
"Voici~! We can go in!"
"When did you get a key to my place? Why do you have a key to my house? Francis!"