Always in Need of a Nap

Indie Medium!Arthur blog. Closely tied to like-clockwork-lew

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Oh and here comes Clockwork, tumbling in to the house. He’s shaking and his teeth are clacking, but with a soft huff he forces his voice out “Arthuuurrrr, why is it so cold????” And yes, he is absolutely whining

Arthur had been sitting at his desk “Working”, though doodling came closer to being accurate. He heard the door open and close a little too hard, so he stood up to check on Clockwork.

His face dropped and he hurried over when he saw him.

“Oh love-- I’m so sorry.” He dragged him into the apartment further, making a beeline for the couch and forcing clockwork to sit, before throwing the blanket hanging over the back over his shoulders. “You’re really cold! Did something happen? Or just winter coming in?”

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“Oh darling, you have to tell me how you do your hair. It’s fangtastic, so what’s your secret?” ((<.< I don’t feel the need to tell you who this is from I think you know)

“Oh, this?” Artie let it flip back over his shoulders with a brush through his hair. “Sorry, Love, but that’s not something I can share! Where would I be if I gave up my secrets that easily~?”

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“Ohh? Keeping secrets are we? Now that’s just not nice!”

Now slipping closer, Lewis gives him a sultry smirk. He then slips an arm around him, caging him between himself and the wall

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do to make you change your mind? I’m willing to do almost anything my dear~”

And really, if he’s worried about where he’d be without his secrets, Lewis is more than willing find a new place for him. His bed is pretty spacey after all~

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Artie raises an eyebrow at Lewis as he sidles closer. He doesn’t pull away though. He removes the hand that touches him with a fluid movement, stepping back with a smile and a wagging finger. “Look, but don’t touch, love.” He chides.

“I don’t think you’d have anything that’d interest me, though.” He adds on with a little smirk. “I think anything you could offer, I could be freely given elsewhere~.”

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“Oh darling, you have to tell me how you do your hair. It’s fangtastic, so what’s your secret?” ((<.< I don’t feel the need to tell you who this is from I think you know)

“Oh, this?” Artie let it flip back over his shoulders with a brush through his hair. “Sorry, Love, but that’s not something I can share! Where would I be if I gave up my secrets that easily~?”

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"Happy Halloween, Cutie! I got you some of those peppers you really seem to like~." Arthur waved the bag with a grin on his face. (Clairvoyantkingsmen)

When he sees who has appeared, Clockwork smiles. He can already feel his cheeks heating up at the nickname, but he doesn’t seem to mind. No, quite frankly it almost seems as though he is enjoying the attention

“Happy Halloeeen to you too cu—“

Well, he can’t call him a cutie because that was just used. Sexy might be too much, and he doesn’t want to weird him out. Honey just sounds weird and refer back to issue with sexy.

“Babe?”

Dios mio no. No did he really just blurt that out? Abort, abort, abort!!

“Ruths are a pretty good candy and I also really love these peppers thank you so much! I haven’t had these in a while and oh! Cake! Want some cake? Let me get you some.”

And oh there he goes, clutching the bag of peppers to his chest as his face burns all the way up to his ears. Hopefully Arthur won’t notice as he all but runs in to the other room

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Arthur just- watches, the train-wreck in slow motion, with a barely concealed grin splitting his face. He licks his lips and calls after Lewis as he leaves. “Okay, Love! You go and do that~.” His voice sounds easily like a purr, and as soon as Lewis leaves the room, there is a noise suspiciously like a cackle.

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"You know, when someone says they have a question you probably shouldn't tell people to hit you. You'd be surprised how many people out there take it literally." And he'd know. You don't get to go around dealing with time stuff without meeting a few, uh... Less than sanies.

“Oh?” Arthur smirked, raising an eyebrow and brushing back his hair. “You never know; I might like that~.” His smile embodied a catlike sense of mischief, and he tapped on his chin, eyelids lowering as he leaned a touch closer.

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like-clockwork-lew:

Hearing the comment, Clockwork’s left eye twitches. He’s trying to offer the man a firm frown too, but the light in his cheeks only seems to grow brighter as he sputters. As much as he likes Arthur, Clockwork is pretty sure he could pick the guy up and throw him so far in to the future that Heh himself might have to fetch the little shit. Probably would earn him a lecture though, and Clockwork isn’t particularly feeling all that.

Besides, it’s a little hard to react in such a way when his bicep is squeezed. It is as unexpected as the warm hand upon his cheek after all, and it honestly just leaves him feeling weird and bubbly.

“Uh, well, I don’t know that I’d go that far Arthur. I mean, if you feel that way I guess I can’t really complain, but I haven’t really done anything worth being called sweet. I mean I guess you could argue I try to act like a gentleman though, but uh… don’t I just act like any decent man would?”

And as he says this, Clockwork shyly moves to lean in to Arthur’s palm. Of course, by the time he’s ready to settle though the hand is already dropping. It’s a bit disappointing really, but Clockwork makes no comment on it as he slowly raises a hand to rub st his cheek instead. The feeling of his own hand isn’t as comforting though, and Clockwork forces himself to ignore the sudden chill that seems to settle there.

Perhaps the temperature around them has just dropped, or something.

Arthur laughed and shook his head. “You would think. But decency isn’t as commonplace as you might expect. Or for me it isn’t.  But a lot of people I deal with- they have this false kindness.” 

Whether it was a small thing like a stroke to their ego or to prove to themselves they were a ‘good person’, or because they eventually wanted something larger from him, he was all too aware there was some hidden motive to many interactions. “People who are kind like you for no other reason than to be kind aren’t impossible, but they’re a rare breed.  Maybe it’s because of where I used to work, but there’s this superiority with a lot of people. Where their decency is pity or this patronizing better-than-you mentality, or their kindness is an unspoken contract to get more from you.” 

How many times had he made someone angry for declining a drink, because it took away their ability to hang the act over him and get him to talk to them? How many people had he asked to remain friends with instead when they admitted feelings he didn’t have, only for them to walk out the door when they realized he was serious and waiting wouldn’t make him indebted to them enough to ‘see how it goes’? How many had been kind until they had gotten what they wanted, and then walked out the door?

The internal turn he’d taken felt like lemon on his tongue, and he shook his head hard before laughing again. “It should be common-place. And hey, maybe it is! Maybe the crowds I’ve been in for my lines of work have just been….less than pleasant. But either way….you are a pleasant thing amongst the not so good. A rare thing to enjoy. And I like that about you.”

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"You know, when someone says they have a question you probably shouldn't tell people to hit you. You'd be surprised how many people out there take it literally." And he'd know. You don't get to go around dealing with time stuff without meeting a few, uh... Less than sanies.

“Oh?” Arthur smirked, raising an eyebrow and brushing back his hair. “You never know; I might like that~.” His smile embodied a catlike sense of mischief, and he tapped on his chin, eyelids lowering as he leaned a touch closer.

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like-clockwork-lew:

“Some teasing is fine, but when it is making fun of me that is just rude. I still remember your comment on my cloa–oh.” Pausing when Arthur’s words fully register, Clockwork’s cheek flush a light magenta. Well, he supposes that he can’t fault Arthur for that one. Being hit on is certainly better than being hit…

But still!

“A-ah, well I suppose that makes more sense. Perhaps I should have realized that was what you meant, but uh… hm.” Now feeling embarrassed at himself, Clockwork avoids Arthur’s eyes in favor of straightening out his cloak. “In any case, I suppose it is good you like being hit on.”

Especially because Lewis has no doubt the other probably gets that type attention a lot. He refuses to say this out loud though, instead forcing out a chuckle in the hopes of hiding the way his ticking is growing louder.

Arthur’s face was all the more cat-like as he eyed Lewis, tapping his finger to his chin in a cheeky grin. He watched Lewis fumble with his cloak and smiled all the more. 

“Better than being hit.” He answered, the smile obvious in his voice. “You’re so sweet to worry about me though. So protective~.” His hand curled along Lewis’s arm, running along it before squeezing the bicep. “And that isn’t meant to patronize. I really….I really like that about you. Ever the sweet gentleman, Lewis. I appreciate that.” 

He cupped his cheek a few seconds, the smile turning more genuine as he met Lewis’s eyes. And then he dropped the fingers tracing the curve of Lewis’s face, glancing away when he realized what he was doing.

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"You know, when someone says they have a question you probably shouldn't tell people to hit you. You'd be surprised how many people out there take it literally." And he'd know. You don't get to go around dealing with time stuff without meeting a few, uh... Less than sanies.

“Oh?” Arthur smirked, raising an eyebrow and brushing back his hair. “You never know; I might like that~.” His smile embodied a catlike sense of mischief, and he tapped on his chin, eyelids lowering as he leaned a touch closer.

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like-clockwork-lew:

Not quite sure he likes that smile, Clockwork frowns. That frown only deepens though, as his hair is ruffled. Somehow he feels like Arthur is teasing him, and quite frankly it is rude. “You know, if that isn’t what you meant fine, but how was I suppose to know? How else do you hit somebody?”

And now Clockwork is huffing, trying to brush Arthur’s hand away from his hair with a pout. “And really, you don’t have to tease me. That is just mean…”

“Aw you don’t like my teasing?” Arthur faux pouted at the news, but he didn’t want to make the other in any way uncomfortable. He was one of the nicest people he knew, after all. He didn’t want him not to come around.

“Alright, I won’t then- but the other way is to get hit on. So….” He let his voice trail off, rolling his wrist a few times. “...I don’t mind that one so much~.” He grinned.

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"You know, when someone says they have a question you probably shouldn't tell people to hit you. You'd be surprised how many people out there take it literally." And he'd know. You don't get to go around dealing with time stuff without meeting a few, uh... Less than sanies.

“Oh?” Arthur smirked, raising an eyebrow and brushing back his hair. “You never know; I might like that~.” His smile embodied a catlike sense of mischief, and he tapped on his chin, eyelids lowering as he leaned a touch closer.

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Leaning back a little, Clockwork blinks. He then gives Arthur a look, trying to gauge just how serious Arthur is being. “Arthur, why would you like being hit? That sounds painful, and while I am all about doing what makes you happy… I don’t think I’d support someone hitting you…”

Especially because if anyone were to raise a hand at Arthur… well, let’s just say he’d have to make sure they regret it.

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Arthur’s face broke out in a split smile. “Oh my god- Clockwork, you’re adorable.” He stood just high enough on his toes to reach and ruffle Lewis’s hair. “That’s not quite what I meant, handsome. But I’m glad you’re so concerned for me~.”

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"You know, when someone says they have a question you probably shouldn't tell people to hit you. You'd be surprised how many people out there take it literally." And he'd know. You don't get to go around dealing with time stuff without meeting a few, uh... Less than sanies.

“Oh?” Arthur smirked, raising an eyebrow and brushing back his hair. “You never know; I might like that~.” His smile embodied a catlike sense of mischief, and he tapped on his chin, eyelids lowering as he leaned a touch closer.