Post by Kenzie on Jul 19, 2015 18:23:33 GMT -5
When Chardonnay’s suitemates, who were much louder and more outspoken than Arthur’s, told them to essentially fuck off, Arthur was pretty sure they were fucked. That was until his sister offered for them to use her apartment when she heard Arthur complaining about the fact they had nowhere to work. Arthur was very reluctant to have Chardonnay over, especially since he hated her and she hated him and he wanted her nowhere near not only his sister but also Adelaide. But Susan insisted and besides, if there was anywhere they wouldn’t get into a fight, it was the place a three year old girl lived, right? That had to be the case. So, he’d texted her the address and told Chardonnay this was their last opportunity to get something done. And he was determined to make something of it… even though he’d probably pull his hair out trying.
Honestly, Susan was more excited to have a guest over than Arthur was. Though given that the guest was Chardonnay, it wasn’t that surprising. It had been nothing short of a miracle when Susan decided to extend an offer for Arthur and Chardonnay to work in her apartment. Time was running out—literally, they needed something done by tomorrow to turn in to professor Lockwood, who Arthur was pretty sure held a closet obsession with sadism. Arthur caught the looks that their professor cast them when he saw them making literally no progress when doing silent group work for the project. Literally everyone else in their class was already at least 10 percent done their business proposal. And Arthur and Chardonnay? For fuck’s sake, they didn’t even have an idea.
That entire day had been spent with Arthur going to and from classes with his cane—the crutches no longer necessary as his leg had begun to heal—and then he’d taken the day off of work, so he went right to Susan’s.
As a thank-you for agreeing to have Chardonnay over, Arthur had been the designated water of Adelaide for the afternoon while Susan took a well-deserved break from watching the baby and talked loudly on the phone with her friends between her shows. Arthur didn’t mind watching Adelaide himself—in fact, he actually loved it. Adelaide was, admittedly, a total pain in the ass, but the sweet moments were worth it.
Though right now, Adelaide was certainly making a nuisance of herself, as she had stolen her uncle’s cane and was trying to pretend it was a broomstick. Adelaide was obsessed with the magical world of fairy tales much like her best friend Annabelle was, though Adelaide’s favorite thing to be at this point in time was a powerful witch.
From her spot in the living room Susan could hear her daughter’s loud voice calling out to Arthur, telling him he was a dragon, and that she had to vanquish him. And she could also hear her brother pleading for her to be careful. She knew she should tell Adelaide to put the cane back where she found it but it was too funny! She decided that she’d go in there and take the cane back before Chardonnay came over. She was flipping through the channels half-heartedly, much more interested in the sounds of Adelaide and Arthur’s voices, when she heard a loud knock, and she gasped, turning her head towards the door as she had forgotten what time it was! Susan quickly stood up and walked to Adelaide’s bedroom, only to discover that Arthur had successfully distracted Adelaide from the cane and returned it to its rightful place against a chair. However as an apparent consequence, Arthur was lying down on the floor and Adelaide was slowly lining her stuffed animals onto him, so that his legs, torso, and arms were now the homes of Sir. Peter, Kitten, Bernie, and whatever the fuck else his niece had named her stuffed animals. When Susan entered the living room she rose a brow at the display, and Arthur stared up at her.
”Hey.” he said, just as Adelaide put a stuffed tiger on Arthur’s forehead, the animal’s feet almost going into his mouth. Arthur blew air sharply out of his mouth at that, the stuffed tiger falling to the floor beside his ear. Adelaide made a loud yell of ”NOOOO!” but was laughing as she spoke, saying something along the lines of ”you killed Arnold! You killed Arnold!”
Susan snorted as Adelaide picked up ‘Arnold’. However she couldn’t appreciate the sight for long, because she didn’t want to keep Chardonnay waiting.
”Your partner’s here, Artie! Does she like coffee, or tea? Oh, I wonder if she likes Chardonnay… though I don’t think giving her any of that would be a good idea when you’ve got a project to do!” Susan laughed at her own joke.
The content mood that Arthur was in a few minutes before while entertaining his niece was immediately gone when Susan reminded him that Chardonnay was coming over. He rolled his eyes and sat up with a sigh, coughing all of the stuffed animals to fall down. Adelaide let out a childish shriek as he did so and began to slam Arnold into all of the other stuffed animals, making loud sound effects, as though Arnold was fighting each and every one of her toys. Arthur eventually shimmied away from the animals to use the crib as leverage to stand up, putting most of his weight onto his good leg. He informed Susan that no, he didn’t know what she would want to drink. Susan looked around the room and grabbed the cane from the wall near the door, handing it to her brother, before she turned around to go to the front door.
Susan approached the door, patting down her skirt before she reached the door and smiled at Chardonnay, quickly stepping aside for the younger woman to enter the apartment.
”Good evening, Ms. Nicholas! I like your outfit today. Oh! Would you like coffee or tea? I asked Artie, but he had no idea what you’d rather!” Susan asked brightly. Since the doorway to her apartment was connected to the kitchen, she turned towards her fridge, opening it. ”I have iced tea, sweet tea, lemonade, that’s Addy’s favorite! Oh, you can look in here as well if you’d rather I not listed everything!”
Arthur emerged from his niece’s room with the three year old girl right behind his heels. She stared up at Chardonnay, blue eyes blinking. Arthur rolled his eyes again and took a seat at the kitchen table where his draft already sat, wanting to waste no time. Adelaide started to ram Arnold the stuffed tiger against Arthur’s thigh, still grinning up at Chardonnay.
”Hi! I’m Addy!” She said, and Arthur turned towards his niece with a serious expression.
”Be careful of strangers, Addy.” He told her, and Adelaide tilted her head to the side in confusion as Susan turned around to glare at Arthur briefly. Arthur returned his sister’s glare with a grimace and turned away from his niece, shooting a glare in Chardonnay's direction instead.
”Arthur, she is a guest! Addy should introduce herself to guests! I promise we won’t get in your way, Chardonnay, Addy and I will be in the living room while you and Arthur work on your project.”
