Arthur bit down on his lip and made a very obvious point of not looking up as he stared intently at his computer screen without actually reading any of the information in front of him and controlling the urge to just look up.
There was something about having someone leaning over your shoulder as you worked that was just so horribly distracting but he must not look up in any circumstances.
Looking up could have a wide variety of consequences Arthur considers dubiously, he could get fired, or at least suspended, demoted maybe or he could just end up stammering like a fool and making himself look like an idiot.
Swallowing determinedly Arthur clicked through the documents still not rally ready them but he ought to at least look like he was working considering that the distraction preventing him from working at his normal full capacity was currently bent over his shoulder and he was grinning.
Arthur didn't need to look up to know that his perpetrator was grinning, he could feel the smugness radiating from the bastard.
"You don't appear to be doing much Mr Salaryman~" Alfred sings smugly.
Arthur swallows once more and refuses to answer.
Why of all the people in the Jones's multi-million making company that employed several thousand building did the company president's son have to take an interest in him!
He was such a ridiculous person as well (although saying that aloud might also get him fired) but really with the dark coat with the fluffy neck thing the purple strand of hair not to mention the star tattooed to his cheek (or possibly just crayoned the boy seemed crazy enough for it.)
Alfred's hands come down to rest on his shoulders as he balances his chin on top of Arthur's head. "You shouldn't be skipping this one," Alfred tells him as Arthur's mouse hovers irritably over the minimise button. Bloody annoying child who seemed to think he always knew better than Arthur did despite Arthur having years worth of experience. So what is Alfred was a Yale student?
Arthur pushed away the thoughts in his head that told him in this case at least Alfred was completely right and he should be carefully reading through and studying this document.
He can practically hear Alfred pouting as he still makes no answer and that in itself was ridiculous. How could you possibly hear pouting?
"You're no fun sometimes Artie," Alfred whines slumping over Arthur and forcing him to take the boy's weight. "You look so cute when I manage to annoy you as well!" Alfred protests slumping down further and burying his nose into Arthur's hair.
Arthur tries not to twitch and wills down the flush on his cheeks. Worse enough was having Alfred come and pester him but then he went and said and did things like that which seemed to be horrible attempts at flirting and gaining his attention. How Alfred had gone to Yale yet remain an idiot who'd attempt things like this Arthur had no clue.
Alfred stays still for a while and Arthur wonders if he's gotten bored and will leave soon so that he can get on with his work.
Then Alfred's arms wrap around his waist from the back and Arthur has to repress a sigh. What somebody would think if they walked in right now he had no idea other than it was unlikely to turn out well for him. Thankfully Alfred was the only one who ever barged into his office to distract him from his work. Not that he was at all thankful for it.
"Come on Artie just say something?" Alfred begs, but Arthur can't quite call it begging because there is no way Alfred would ever possible stoop to something like that, he'd far rather resort to threatening. In the end he's just spoilt and expects his own way, demanding everything and more. Demanding. There that was the perfect word to describe Alfred.
Demanding.
Adorably demanding.
Arthur shook his head violently to shake that thought out of his head and stared once more at his computer screen already knowing that he was going to get nowhere with it.
Alfred took that as a no to Arthur replying.
"Say something," Alfred says and Arthur knows there's no getting out of it this time.
"Is there something you need Mr Jones?" He says through gritted teeth. Alfred could be nice sometimes. If you emphasised the sometimes and added an –ish to the nice. Mostly Arthur could tolerate him far better when Alfred was not distracting him from his work.
"I told you to call me Alfred or Al." Alfred says strictly.
Arthur swallows heavily once more, "Is there something I can do for you Alfred?" He rephrases.
Alfred smiled brightly, he could see it in the reflection of his computer screen. "Plenty Arthur, there are plenty of things you could do for me," Alfred says almost sinisterly, "But for now you could agree to coming to dinner with me at 7:00?"
Arthur frowns slightly to himself hoping that Alfred can't see. Dinner is definitely new. Pestering and flirtatious suggestive comments were far more normal. What did Alfred want by inviting him to dinner? Alfred always had such weird motives for everything… plus he was bound to get fired if someone saw him going for dinner with the president's son.
Although judging by Alfred's tone there seemed like a good chance of getting fired if he didn't go either…
"Very well," Arthur says stiffly still not entirely comprehending the situation.
"Awesome," Alfred says grinning broadly as he plants a kiss on Arthur's cheek before bounding out of the office. "I'll pick you up, wear something nice I'll treat you."
Arthur gives a sigh of relief as the door closes. It wasn't that he didn't like Alfred he just had no idea what to make of him and his bizarre actions. He never knew quite what Alfred wanted from him and trying to work it out exhausted him. And now there's tonight to sort out too…
Just what was Alfred planning?
So I jumped onto the Magical Strike AU bandwagon :) Writing Al as a villain type character was really quite interesting even if he tended to act like a spoiled child at times... but mostly he just has mixed intentions, he's pretty determined to get with Arthur although he wouldn't ever force him to do anything, just don't ask how Alfred knows where he lives...
As for Arthur I figure he wouldn't have a clue as to what Alfred means by pretty much anything. He's just trying to keep his job. He doesn't particularly dislike Alfred or anything he just doesn't know what to make of him.
Hope you liked this one! - Sekaira
pervenirum - Thanks! I do hope I'm improving as I continue :) I might to a sequel or a parallel thing from Arthur's POV but I'm not sure yet. My memories of the movie are starting to go a bit (as you can tell from the lack of Thor...) so I might need to find the time to re-watch it at some point!
