A Mari Usque Ad Mare

[What can he say, he deemed it prudent.]

No problem.

[And now that he got them all out he'll just hold them out to Arthur because take them he doesn't want them :c]

Comment vas-tu?

[It’s okay, you end up taller than Arthur (barely but still) so shh]

Uh-

[Let him pat his pockets down because yeah he actually carries some on him most days]

Here y’ go. [It’s a smaller pack but there you are, kid.]

[Oh he wasn't expecting him to carry them around in his pockets but okay]

Merci!

[He'll just start to pick out all the green ones to give to Arthur]

[He’s kinda little, look at him, he’s a bab]

Yeah, ‘sup?

[He's not little at all he's just growing :c]

... [Shrugs] Rien.

As-tu des rainbow snails?

[Oh hey little man]

[Immediate hair ruffles for you, what’s up]

[He's not little :c]

[Hair ruffles are nice though okay]

Salut.

#handsofftheharley #aw

What was what.

#handsofftheharley #pets his face

What did you want that is not important.

…’s not really important, nah.

But what was it--

's okay.

[…]

Hey, what if- uh.

[…]

[No wait never mind, he mumbled that anyway so]

#handsofftheharley #uh #probably not

[Tilts his head to the side, confused.]

Did you want something?

…Et toi.

[Yeah he got about maybe 40% of that]

—slow down, kid, ‘m English.

#handsofftheharley #gomen am late

I am okay. [He's speaking between mouthfuls of Skittles so it's probably just a little bit muffled.]

Sorry-- I forget that you do not understand French.

[…………………………………………………………………….]

[You’re growing up, he’s so proud]

'm whatever. [The usual]

...Et vous? [Look he reMEMBERED A THING even if it’s too formal and his pronunciation is shit]

[He's a big boy see :c]

[........]

[Cocks his head to the side.]

Et toi, not et vous. Parce que je suis plus jeune que vous, voyez? Donc je utilise les mots plus formal.

[Tiny bumps and scrapes aren’t concerning- he’s a kid, he’d be more surprised if he didn’t skin his knee every once in a while or fall in mud or something.]

[Slooooowly turns so he’s watching him, resting his chin on his crossed arms, which are in turn supported by the armrest.]

…Hey.

#handsofftheharley #do you rly :c

[Well he definitely knows not to come and see Arthur when he has something like a gunshot wound or something as serious as that.]

[Glances up at him, shrugging and taking a moment to eat more Skittles before he closes the bag to keep them for later. See he has some self control when it comes to sweets :c]

...Salut. Comment allez-vous?

[Rolls his eyes in an amused/affectionate sort of way shut up]

[And glances over at him (subtly); quick scan to check if he’s got any visible injuries or anything he should be concerned about because he’s a mother hen shut up]

#handsofftheharley #am :c

[There might be a tiiiiny scratch underneath his left eye, but it's mostly healed by then anyway (he heals pretty fast it's only a day or so old) but otherwise he's pretty okay.]

[Silently lifts the now green-Skittle-less pouch so he can reach it from behind him. He won’t (often) outwardly express that he gives a shit, but it’s kind of obvious from his actions that he cares. #English]

#handsofftheharley #rude :c

[Silently takes the bag okay, and pats the top of Arthur's head as a thank you before he sits down on the floor, legs crossed, to eat the Skittles quietly.]

[He’ll tuck his hands into his pockets, as usual]

Yeah. [As usual, he assumes he’ll follow]

You hungry or anythin’? For somethin’ that’s not rainbow snails or whatever, I mean.

...

[Trots after him, hooking his hands into his sleeve when he catches up.]

A little, peut-être. Something like what?