Arthur had just poured himself a cup of tea when the phone began to ring. He set the mug down on the table and made his way over to the landline in his living room.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, mon cher!" Francis's voice.
"What do you need, idiot?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see how my favorite gentleman was doing on this beautiful morning–"
"It's four in the afternoon."
"Ah, you see, the sun doesn't rise for me until I hear your voice."
Arthur stilled, his face growing hot, "Stop sleeping in until late afternoon and for heaven's sake, stop. calling. me." He slammed down the phone and dropped his face into his hands, sinking slowly to the ground. He'd repay him in kind for this.