Title: Computer, define 'dancing'
Genre: Fluff, Friendship
Word count: 860
Rating/Warning: Mild, K/K+ - some name calling
Summary: Arthur realizes that he and Alfred have been sitting around and snacking for far too long.


How long have I sat here on the sofa like this? Back reclining against the cushions, legs dangling akimbo, head lazing away the day. Is this what relaxing is? It has been so long that I can hardly recall the sensation of just doing...of just doing nothing. It is rather enjoyable, I admit, but I will never do so aloud.

For days now, we've done absolutely and completely nothing.

Well, that's not entirely true. We've watched plenty of films. We've slept. We've eaten.

Oh, dear lord, how we have eaten: snacks with every movie, a movie during all of our meals. I'll go to get something, and then later Alfred will get something. Each we will each ask the other if he wants anything while we are up, and undoubtedly, without thinking much about it, the answer is a quick, "yes." At least, so far, I've managed to keep Alfred away from driving down to the nearest fast food joint for a quick burger fix. There was a reason I supplied my house with enough food to feed a small army for two weeks.

The joke is partially on me. What is the joke? He hasn't complained. Well, he hasn't complained much.

We've argued plenty: over films, over who's fallen asleep on whom, over what we're to eat and how to prepare it. For the sake of ease, I think Alfred has permanently took over the snacks-that-need-to-be-heated, with exception of my tea, because he rarely brews it correctly.

I do not know if I can continue on this way. How long can a person last without some physical exercise.

Oh, of course, Alfred assures me that we are in no danger of obesity. We are nations after all. He does have a point there. But, I have seen the way that boy eats when he's stressed and cannot get out to stretch his legs. His waist becomes just as comfortable as a teddy bears, just as squishy, too.

I do not want to get that way. It is just so hard to move. I think that last bowl of popcorn and chocolates did me in.

I squirm on the couch, cracking my back and stretching my legs.

Oh! We've slept through much of the latest movie of our marathon, WALL-E. Rather cute for an animated feature, but not enough to capture my or Alfred's attention with full bellies. I'm not even sure that I remember how we settled on it in the first place. Perhaps, it was a sleepy compromise.

I long to move!

Even those android-robot-things are flying about the screen, and the look rather content doing their little dance. How sweet.

I stretch my legs again, relishing in the pull and faint burn of under-used muscles.

"Mmph!" Alfred stirs. I must have nudged him with my legs. He yawns, and, as yawns are always contagious, so do I.

"Ugh," I groan in protest to my joints as I rise. "Come on," I nudge Alfred. "We need to get up and...and do something. Anything. Come on."

"Dun wanna," he mumbles and hides his head

"Alfreeeed," why did I suddenly deem it appropriate to resort to begging? "We need to do something. I know you're tired of laying here, too, just...just doing...nothing. Come on, if we don't get up we're going to look like them, soon." I point to the chubby humans in the film.

"Eh, you exaggerate," he wiggles his bottom firmly against the cushions; he has no intention to rise on his own. Fine.

"And even two of those people decided to get a little exercise. Come on," I finally pull and lift myself from the sofa and reach down to assist Alfred. I grab his hands and heft him up with a grunt.

He flaps around a bit and falls against me. We stumble a few steps. In our attempt to narrowly escape the coffee table with swirl around and cling to each other just as a song plays in the movie. Alfred, complete dolt that he is, gets me in hold and twirls me about and back again in an impromptu dance, and pulls me against him, laughing all the while.

"Stop that, you bugger," I step away from him with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, it was your idea to get up and your idea to just yank me from the sofa. So, I say, it's all your fault anyway. Hah!"

"Oh, belt up, you."

"I thought you wanted to get some exercise?" He smirks at me.

"I still do."

"Well then, 'ol man," his smirk broadens. He proceeds to sing, loudly."Put on your Sunday clothes, there's lots of world out there..."

I stop him before he can continue, though he has a very nice tenor voice. "Enough, enough, let's just take a walk."

"Okay," he laughs and turns off the movie. "It was so near the end too."

"Eh, we can pick it back up when we come back in. What do you say?"

"After you, sir."

I wait at the front door for him, and then we walk out into a sunny mid-morning. The breeze is nice. And, so is the company.


I'm starting to wonder how long I can keep this theme up with the movie prompts. This one was a challenge.