One more tonight.
This is a continuation of sorts of the Prank-war from the... third drabble? Yeah, the third one, Minecraft. 'Pommie vs Aussie' will never cease to amuse me.
Enjoy ;)
Skype.
Why the fuck was someone calling them on Skype at...
Arthur groaned and peered at the clock beside their bed.
...Three-bloody-twenty-four in the morning!
That's when something hit him, and from beside him came a grumble which sounded rather like, "You get it, I'm not moving."
Arthur groaned again and rolled out of the bed and toward the computer.
He didn't even have time to be irritable, because as soon as the call went through he got an earful of colourful Australian-accented swearing.
"What the fuck Kirkland?" was the relatively tame end to Jett's tirade.
"It's bloody three in the morning Jett," he said tiredly, blinking at the screen, "You're going to have to talk a little slower."
"I don't have to say a fucking thing! Look at me!"
It was only then that Arthur allowed his eyes to adjust to the screen long enough to get a good look at the image in front of him.
Glitter.
An absurd amount to glitter.
Everywhere.
In his hair, on his face, his clothes.
And then Arthur started laughing.
Uncontrollable, can't breathe properly, laughing.
His little surprise must have arrived.
He had almost thought that the Australian hadn't received it, or that it had been put at the bottom of a fan-mail box and forgotten about. That inconspicuous tube full of that irremovable substance, and Arthur bet his bottom dollar on the fact that it was opened right on camera.
Brilliant.
"So it was you!"
"Of course it was me!" he laughed, "That's payback! This is a prank war I am not going to lose!"
"So you sent a glitter bomb to my fan-mail address?"
Arthur smiled smugly, "That's right! Now go and tell your fans who the true master pranker is!"
"This isn't over Kirkland!" Jett growled, a feral grin spreading across his sparkling face.
"I look forward to one-upping you again."
"Not in a million years!"
And then he hung up.
And Francis threw a pillow at him.
He was quite frankly too giddy to care though.
His sides hurt.
Bent over double, wheezing, tears in his eyes.
He just could not stop.
He had watched the clip so many times now that he could exactly mouth along with everything Jett said.
"Now for this... funny tube thingy. I don't even know what could fit in here..." A few moments of struggling to open it and it burst open, right into his face.
Glitter over everything.
It was rather like he had looked on the phone, but just a little worse. He looked like some kind of hilarious fairy-gone-wrong.
He sat there for a moment, his eyes comically wide, staring at a random spot in the distance while his brain processed what had just happened.
Then came the realization.
"KIRKLAND!"
And Arthur was laughing again.
Francis watched as Arthur played the clip over and over, laughing harder each time he did. The coffee he was nursing was hardly consolation for the rude and early awakening, but it was strong and enough to allow him to appreciate the stupidity that was his boyfriend.
He shook his head, a fond smile on his face.
The man was a complete idiot.