Arthur grumbled as he noticed the 'request.'
He needed his job, so he gritted his teeth and entered the house.
The British pizza delivery guy followed the exact directions and opened the bedroom door to find a half-asleep Frenchman looking unusually beaten down.
"Tea helps." Arthur grumbled as he set the pizza down on the nightstand beside the bed.
"You'd help too." Francis purred from the bed.
Arthur's face heated up, and he glared at him, "Shut up and pay for your pizza."
"Will you join me?" Francis was hopeful.
"No." Arthur growled as he waited for Francis to pay him.
Francis sighed as he paid the other man.
May be it was pure coincidence that Arthur ended up with the same directions as well as the same address, but he doubted it.
He entered the house apartment already in a bad mood to see the same Frenchman in bed watching him; it was the third bedroom on the right right after you enter the apartment styled house that shown in it's length along with the way that it was set up and the constant buzz of many lives centered here.
Francis was hungover yet again.
This pattern seemed doomed to continue much to the danger of Francis's health with such a nasty habit.
Arthur took to making the other tea much to the Frenchman's displeasure; Arthur had learned to use the shared kitchen in the house for this after he had arrived more frequently which Francis also did not like and even banned Arthur from cooking with in the kitchen.
Francis only drunk a few sips of it in Arthur's presence.
He pretended to hate it, or Arthur assumed that was what he was doing.
One day, their routine drastically changed with out any memory of who changed it.
It was Arthur's last stop of the day for once, and Francis seemed to know that.
When their lips touched, it was like their bodies were aflame in the most sensual and warm way as it didn't ultimately pain them to experience this.
May be being hungover wasn't too bad for Francis if he had this yet at the same time that dreadful feeling was enough to make him hate drinking.
One day, Francis would not have to be hungover to get a visit from his favorite pizza guy, and Arthur wouldn't have a headache from Francis worrying him with some old drinking habits that Francis had established just before they met.
It would take a while from the first time that they had met before Francis would break that habit as well as before Arthur would one day move in to the Frenchman's shared apartment styled home.
At that point, he'd finally meet Francis's two best friends as well as everyone who lived there.
It didn't seem too likely that Arthur would fit in at first with all of the fights that he seemed to have with the other residents and the fact that he was sharing a room with one of the biggest flirts in the building though it worked out in the end for everyone with in the home.