"This is why I keep telling you to stop buying useless furniture." Arthur said annoyed.
"They are not useless! Everyone needs a chair in their home. That's common sense." Alfred replied childishly, like he usually does when an argument with Arthur.
"No, everyone needs chairs with support. That modern trash you litter your apartment with is the source of your back pain"
"That's not true. It's just that I've been...letting my posture slip lately."
"Because you spend too much time sitting on that piece of junk instead a real chair. You know something practical?" Arthur was trying to use reason to persuade Alfred but was quickly unwinding.
"I'm telling you it is practical! You're just jealous of how cool my new apartment is compared to your grandma house." Alfred saw the opportunity to sneak in a snarky comment and took it, knowing that it'll make Arthur unwind even further.
"Alright now you're just acting childish. That was completely uncalled for."
"You're only mad cuz it's true. Besides, a super cool airplane wing that doubles up as a comfortable seat totally goes with my style."
"Look here, I'm not the one with back pain. Got it?"
"Oh c'mon Arthur! Please don't stop rubbing." Alfred began pouting.
"Hmph. That's what I thought"
"Mmmm, that's it...thanks Artie. Ow."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? You insufferable brat."
"Oh don't be like that. It's a sign of affection!"
"What are you? A cat?"
"I like to think of myself to be more like a falcon. Or anything else totally awesome like that."
"Right..."
"Hey Arthur?"
"Yes."
"I can be cute and fluffy for you if you'd like." he said sweetly.
"What are you-" Arthur sighed and then smiled" You damn brat."
"Think of it as a token of appreciation." Alfred said warmly, further relaxing into Arthur's kneading fingers.
