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“I have something to ask of you,” Arthur said, putting Aria in her cot and returning to Astrid’s hallway. “The answer is likely no and I can imagine it might make you angry. But I thought it better you scream at me before the event, rather than once it is done.”
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Hand Over || Arthur & Astrid
Days with Aria passed far too quickly. Even more so now the weather was warm, and while he felt the opportunity to go outside and explore with her was time well spent, he wished it would slow down.
With the small kitted bunny in tow, he knocked on Astrid’s door, bouncing Aria a few times on his hip as he waited. “I have a special delivery for Miss A Hofferson: an infant child and her new best friend,” he announced as the door was opened. Honestly, he’d wanted to keep the toy for his own home, something to come back to, but he could stand the little wet eyes she gave him when he’d taken it away. Sometimes he wondered if he was too soft on her.
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Arthur stood at Astrid’s door, bouncing Aria on his hip as he waited for it to open. The last text she had sent seemed rather peculiar and he’d spend the entire walk over thinking about it. Even more so as he rang the doorbell waited.
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Arthur let out a heavy sigh as he knocked on Astrid’s front door. He could almost taste the onslaught that was fast approaching and part of him was honestly thinking of packing his bags and running away with the baby before it could happen. There was a reason why he hadn’t bothered replying to her texts.
“Do not even start,” he said, as the door swung open.
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Stay || Arthstrid
“Stay,” Arthur called weakly as Astrid turned to the door following their usual drop-off routine. “I mean... Would you like to stay? Just for a little while.” A hopeful, if somewhat sad smile rested on his face. “I have purchased a few films for the Smudge,” he continued, “and I was thinking of ordering pizza.” Even with the little one and the dog, his big house had seemed so empty lately. Every moment of silence was a moment to think: something he’d been too happy in the months before to bother trying. But now it was there, even when he didn’t want it. His heart craved distraction. A soul at his side, to remind him not all was lost.
It was times like these that he realised how few friends he really had.
He forced back the waters in his eyes and offered another firm, uncertain smile. “So?”
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