No Funny Business!

[allamericanreject]

WHO: Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland
TONE: I'unno probably awkward. :V
RATING: PG-13 because teenagers
WHEN: During winter break after the Yule Ball I guess?
WHERE: Alfred's home
WHAT: Alfred invited Arthur to spend a day or so over at his place! Hopefully it's not a total mess!
STATUS: Ongoing

Alfred was glad that he didn't live far from the train station, but that didn't mean he was patient. He was seated on a bench with a handheld game, keeping himself busy. Or trying. Just...he was way too excited about Arthur coming to visit. It was making him fidgety.

Why wasn't he here yet? Was something wrong with the train? Did he change his mind? Maybe not, but the train was a whole five minutes late so it worried Alfred!

Gah, why didn't wizards have cell phones?? That'd make this so much more tolerable.

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[allamericanreject]

Ohh...he certainly hoped that he wasn't the reason that Arthur had been shoved out the door. He'd have to meet Arthur's family next, after all. And it could be potentially awkward if they didn't like him from the get-go.

"Oh, Tony always does that. He's really clingy, but he gets all sorts of attention, if you couldn't tell by his size. Oh, well...he's also a Maine Coon, those are big anyway."

He watched as Tony pressed into the fingers scritching at his head, arching his back and flicking his tail as Arthur worked all the way down his body. He wasn't shy about starting the purr-motor for the guest. He let out a loud MYAOW as Alfred picked him up, carrying him like a baby and into the house.

"C'mon though. That's enough flirtin' with my cat!" the teen teased, kicking his shoes off at the door and pushing them more or less neatly together. "You can leave your shoes there, and drop your things off in my room~ You hungry? I'm sure we've got something you can snack on."

The house is, at the moment, quite empty. Alfred's mother and brother had gone out for a while, not that it needed mentioning right now. He'd get to that. For now, letting Arthur in to see the inside of his house was enough. And it was a nice house. The decor was nothing fancy, just light wood and plain wallpapers. There's a mild collection of angel figures spread across the entire house which Arthur will likely catch sight of here or there on shelves or small tables as Alfred leads him through a few rooms and to the stairs. He paused to let Tony down after a bit of cutesy antics, then put his hands to his hips and grinned.

"So it's a nice house, hm?"

Certainly not grand, but a cozy living space~.

[rule_britannia]

"It looks like he's mostly fur to me," Arthur commented, amused as he straightened up and brushed a few long hairs off his coat. One eyebrow went up slightly - he wasn't always on the ball with Alfred's way of joking - but he stepped inside and toed his shoes off, leaning down to line them neatly side by side and as tucked out of the way as he could manage.

He looked around curiously, pressing his lips together as he examined what of the house that he could see. It looked simple enough. Arthur's family wasn't on the rich end of the scale as far as purebloods went but they were comfortable, and their house was a little bigger than this, though not much. He paused by a shelf, peering at the angel figurines displayed there, and cast Alfred a questioning look.

"Are your parents religious?" he asked, a faint tone of disbelief behind that. He'd never understood the point in religious belief, himself.

[allamericanreject]

"Religious? Oh, well yeah. We're Christians! The angels are just a hobby for Mom though, if that's what you were thinking of. She really likes them, and she spent a lot of years collecting the ones she keeps around."

Alfred started heading up the stairs, expecting Arthur to follow.

"C'mon though, so I can show you my room!" he said, sounding excited as he took the stairs two at a time all the way to the top and waited for Arthur near his bedroom door, only pushing it open once the other teen had joined him.

His room doesn't...quite look like he's been living in it. Probably because his mother had cleaned it up after he'd headed back to school, made his bed and straightened up his things. But it still belonged to him, what with all the comic books and hero figures. Mostly Batman and Superman, and some Disney things. Teen or not, his room had a very childlike feel to it.

Then there was the small flatscreen TV with all the video game systems connected to it, and the desktop computer at the desk near his bed. Tony had taken it upon himself to jump onto that bed, curling up on Alfred's pillow and purring contentedly while Alfred himself set Arthur's things down near his closet.

"We're gonna be alone for a little bit. The family's out, but if you wanna use any of my things, you're free to!"

[rule_britannia]

He frowned a bit at that. Christianity in a family with magic didn't sit right with him, but muggles were strange and he bit the inside of his mouth to hold back the comment he wanted to make, instead settling for a dubious sound and moving away from the angels to follow Alfred upstairs.

Arthur knew the feeling of a room not quite belonging to a teenager, but in his case it was more because his brothers had been in and been through everything that wasn't hexed closed. As much as his mother tried to keep them out, there was always one who'd go snooping to see if he'd left anything behind. Well, except David, but he'd just do damage control as best he could.

The game systems drew his interest, though only in the way that he'd never really seen them before.

"You know I have no idea how to even if I wanted to, don't you?"

[allamericanreject]

Alfred would understand it if Arthur told him he didn't buy into the whole Christianity thing. Honestly, it was weird. But hey, the angels were a hobby and he wouldn't deny his mother her hobby. All the same, neither would he tell Arthur not to make any displeased noises.

Besides, being up in the room was a fine distraction.

"Well~ Is there anything you'd like to see in use? I mean I'm sure I could run an easy game for you and let you at it. What sort of games would you say you like to play in general? Like...puzzles, sporty things, or do you like storylines?"

He was pretty easygoing about the whole thing. Not only would this help him find out what kind of game Arthur might like, but it was also an insight on things he liked if he got the right answers. Right? Right! Alfred was always right!

[rule_britannia]

He could hold in his displeased noises. The angels were pleasant enough from an aesthetic perspective, and as long as no one tried to shove scripture down his throat he was fine with it.

Arthur frowned at the question and picked up one of the game console controllers in the tentative way of someone who's never used one before and isn't sure how their hands should fit around it.

"I can honestly say I have no bloody clue. What do you like?"

[allamericanreject]

"What do I like? Man, I like whatever. What'cha got there is a Wiimote by the way! Maybe you'd like Super Mario Brothers! That's pretty much one of the better games I got on here...then I guess I have Brawl. Hmm..."

Alfred moved to his bedside table, picking up the TV remote and turning it on, changing the video settings just as easily as he might cast a simple spell. He had the idea that perhaps the Wiimote might be more Arthur's thing just because it gave a better range of motion than a PlayStation controller, and besides...wizards had excellent hand-eye coordination. Or at least...they had to if they were to cast accurate and successful spells, plus Arthur was on his Quidditch team! Obviously this was a thing he could do.

"If you want, I can show you how it works?" he offered, gently placing a hand over Arthur's and attempting to coax the controller from his fingers. "It's pretty easy and I think you'll dig Wii games. And if not, we got plenty of other things we can have a look around at."