"What kind of parents are you?!"
Arthur finds himself rubbing his temples and Francis letting out a yawn as if he couldn't care less about what was going on.
Coming home to 5 children and having 2 of them immediately in your face.
It can't be anything but tiring.
"Aren't a majority of you all grown up now? You aren't even home from work and your own busy lives half a month." Francis yawned out. "And I bet you're already busy with a love life now, when you're not working, Chel. You're not one to talk, mon cher."
Arthur's head snapped up at the words "love life."
"Yes, but who leaves their 7-year-old child alone to go on an impromptu trip to the Caribbean with not so much as a single mention of it to anyone else?" Matthew said, scolding his parents.
"We didn't leave him alone, he was with his aunt. Look, he doesn't seem to mind." Francis noted, pointing at the table where three brothers sat. Little Peter was trying to feed a French fry he stole from his older brother to the koala in the arms of his other sibling.
Both Chel and Matthew sighed.
"That's not the point. You can't just take Uncle's yacht and go sailing the Caribbean like freaking Jack Sparrow-- Hey! Are… even listening… me…?!"
The voice of their two angry children faded away. A wide grin spread over the two adults' face as they thought back on what they've been doing the past two whole months.
A brilliant idea popped into Francis' head as Arthur came downstairs from tucking their son into bed.
"Arthur, let's sail the Caribbean. One of your brothers owns a yacht, oui?"
His eyes brightened up with excitement. "Yes, I've been wanting to go on a trip like that for such a long time! He won't mind if we borrow it, he only keeps it around to show off to his friends anyways."
"Magnifique!" He clapped. "Let's pack and go then!"
Then it occurred to Arthur. "Wait, what about Peter?"
"Oh, I'll just call my sister Bella to come take care of him until we come back. He can always call his older siblings if anything comes up." Francis assured him, rolling his eyes at the concern over their son.
"Alright."
So Francis went upstairs to pack their things and Arthur phoned his brother.
He was met with an answering machine.
'Hey, it's Arthur. Don't be surprised if your yacht is gone tomorrow because Francis and I are taking it on a trip. And don't worry your pretty head off, we won't destroy it, you brute. Bye.'
And that was all that was left in the message.