"Go away, I'm busy" Arthur yelled, not in the mood to talk to his brother, and he honestly didn't know why Allistair wanted to talk to him either. When the knocking didn't subside, Arthur stood up and yanked the door open, catching Allistair mid-knock "What?" the blonde hissed, scowling at the man in front of him.
After a moment of shock, Allistair finally spoke "Um... Hey. How are ya?" He asked, signature half-smile-half-smirk present on his face as he stood.
Arthur glared, still holding the doorknob "Just fine." He answered, though by his tone of voice, he obviously wasn't.
"Uh, so-" Allistair started, cut off by Arthur attempting to close the door. Unfortunately for Arthur, he wasn't fast enough, and Allistair got his foot in the door before it could close "Hey, don't be like that"
"I'll be however I want to, it's not like you care anyways" Arthur retorted, once again trying to slam the door, this time on Allistair's foot for the sole purpose of annoying the older.
Sighing, Allistair overpowered Arthur and pushed open the door, holding it against the wall "C'mon. Talk to me, we haven't talked for a while"
"Oh really? I didn't notice" Arthur frowned, sarcasm lacing his words. He backed away from the redhead until the back of his legs touched the bed and crossed his arms, still looking rather unhappy.
This earned a chuckle from Allistair and he closed the door, walking until he was about two steps away from Arthur. After a moment of looking at each other silently, Allistair put a hand on Arthur's face, two fingers finding a spot under the blonde's jaw and lifting his head up softly, examining the bruise "Sorry 'bout that." Allistair said, softly rubbing his thumb over Arthur's cheek.
Naturally, Arthur shied away from the touch, leaning back as much as he could "Don't touch me".
Allistair dropped his hand to his side, looking over the smaller with an odd smile.
"...What?" Arthur asked, suddenly a little self-conscious.
"Nothing" Allistair answered, his smile never faltering. In a swift move, the redhead ruffled Arthur's hair, causing Arthur to one again try and escape the touch, and opened the door, saying a small "Goodnight" To Arthur as he did, then closed the door.
Arthur stood for a moment, slightly irritated by Allistair's strange behavior. Allistair was a strange person, but he had never been this... odd. "Bipolar much?" Arthur muttered, lying back on his bed and closing his eyes, trying to fall asleep.
After about two hours of this, he stood up. Arthur had always been a bit of an insomniac at times, but now it just pissed him off. Why was it always the times when he was angry, or upset, or just downright confused? why couldn't he not be able to sleep when he was having a good day so he could just sit down and read until he fell asleep? Apparently, even his mind hated him sometimes.
Arthur paced around the room for a couple if minutes then gave up, opening his window and watching the rain. he pulled a chair over and put his chin on his arms, smiling softly as he did.
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"Fucking birds. Fucking light. Fucking- Oh!" Arthur muttered, falling out of the chair he had previously been sleeping on. First he noticed the birds chirping outside his window, despite the rain, then the fact that his bedroom light was on, and lastly, Arthur noticed the chuckling Scotsman on his bed. "What are you doing in my room?!"
"Morning" Allistair said "And to be honest, I don't really know" he chuckled, walking over and pulling Arthur up by his wrist.
Of course, Arthur was still in the same mindset as any other day, and instantly pulled away "What do you want and why were you watching me sleep?" he snapped.
"I came in to tell you you were going to be late and I got distracted" Allistair responded nonchalantly, running a hand through his red hair.
"distracted? What do you mean by- Fuck! What time is it?" Arthur scrambled around for his phone, finding that it was almost noon "Why did you let me sleep?"
Allistair just shrugged, sitting back down on the bed "Why do you care?" he asked, using the same line that Arthur had the night before.
"because, you wanker, I told Alfred that I would be there" Arthur retorted, finding a clean T-shirt and pulling his current one off, completely oblivious to the wandering eyes of his brother, who walked up behind him and took the shirt from his hand.
"What are you doing?" Arthur questioned, turning to face his brother.
With a smirk, Allistair answered, swinging Arthur's shirt in circles "You look better without it"
"W-what?" Arthur sputtered, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"you look better without it" Allistair repeated, watching his little brother's confusion.
"Shut up and give me my shirt" Arthur commanded, glaring at his brother.
"And what if I don't?" Allistair taunted, smirk still ever-present on his face.
"I don't see why you wouldn't" Arthur said, his glare not letting up even by the slightest.
"Just you watch" Allistair said, slipping a hand under Arthur's chin and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then running out of the room and down the hall to his own bedroom, still holding Arthur's shirt.
Meanwhile, Arthur stood in the same spot, unmoving with his jaw slightly agape. Suddenly giving up on school that day, Arthur pulled on the closest shirt he could find, which was the one he took off only a few minutes earlier, and flopped down onto his bed. Furrowing his brow, Arthur layed on his side, completely and totally confused by the last few days.
