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Francis just laughed off Alfred's protests and questions. After finishing the check up, he blew Al a kiss and pranced out of the room. He found it quite amusing to fluster the poor engineer, especially when said engineer had a soft spot for one captain with eyebrows that could count as an alien species.
-- time skip --
Arthur had been awake for a good time now, yet no matter how much time had passed, he couldn't get used to the sight. Well, what was missing from it. His right leg was mostly gone now. Yet Arthur could still feel it, a phantom limb that was supposed to be there. Then there was the problem of mobility. Captain Kirkland's career choice was not the most ideal for people with reduced mobility. Arthur could only hope he got used to whatever prosthetic he got. But even then, it wouldn't be his old leg. He would never have that again.
Arthur frowned, reminding himself that he should be happy with the fact that he somehow managed to fend off an attack from Reavers and keep his life. But, such joyous news was dampened by his pessimistic reminder that he probably wouldn't be able to keep his life for too much longer. Arthur should have been used to that fact, he scolded himself. Yet, the missing limb was nothing more than a sore reminder of such a fact.
Captain Kirkland could see the scummy grin on the engineer's face, taunting him for being so weak and careless to have lost a limb. Of course his terrifying reputation was damaged. But what bothered Arthur the most was the question of why he even cared what Alfred thought.
Arthur groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Bloody hell, what a mess..."
-- time skip --
Arthur had been awake for a good time now, yet no matter how much time had passed, he couldn't get used to the sight. Well, what was missing from it. His right leg was mostly gone now. Yet Arthur could still feel it, a phantom limb that was supposed to be there. Then there was the problem of mobility. Captain Kirkland's career choice was not the most ideal for people with reduced mobility. Arthur could only hope he got used to whatever prosthetic he got. But even then, it wouldn't be his old leg. He would never have that again.
Arthur frowned, reminding himself that he should be happy with the fact that he somehow managed to fend off an attack from Reavers and keep his life. But, such joyous news was dampened by his pessimistic reminder that he probably wouldn't be able to keep his life for too much longer. Arthur should have been used to that fact, he scolded himself. Yet, the missing limb was nothing more than a sore reminder of such a fact.
Captain Kirkland could see the scummy grin on the engineer's face, taunting him for being so weak and careless to have lost a limb. Of course his terrifying reputation was damaged. But what bothered Arthur the most was the question of why he even cared what Alfred thought.
Arthur groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Bloody hell, what a mess..."
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It hadn’t taken long for Alfred to find the strength to move again. Spending days in total solitude (or worse, in the company of the ship’s medic) was enough of a motivator for the young man to fully devote his time and engery on restoring his health. Thankfully his body had already started to take care of his wounds and he was healing rather nicely.
He spend the majority of his days walking around the ship, repairing what he could without straining himself. Francis continued to check him over and kept him mostly up to date with news of the captain (not that he particularly cared or anything.) But he always seemed to get this funny little smile on his face whenever Alfred would press him for more. Of course, the damnable man would refuse to relinquish any useful information and would instead run off after a quick grope, wink, or something equally obnoxious.
Some time had passed since Francis had let it slip that the captain was awake, but despite all his rooming around the ship, he had yet to cross paths with him. As much as he wanted to deny it, Alfred was concerned by this unexplained absence. Kirkland wasn’t the kind of guy to relax, then what was keeping him from performing his duties? He didn’t know, but he was tired of waiting. So the next day, instead of taking his usual rounds about the ship, he bypassed all the high traffic areas and headed straight towards the captains rooms.
Although he had never been there himself, he knew were it was located simply by familiarizing himself with a map of the ship. But when he stood before the door that was presumably open to reveal the pirate, he suddenly found himself growing nervous. Their previous encounters had never been pleasant - what with the older man constantly threatening to kill him and forcing him to work for him and all. But for some reason, he was compelled to see him and express his concern. With a groan and a bit of color staining his cheeks, he lightly knocked his knuckles against the door.
“Captain? I’m sorry to bother you.” Shit, he sounded far too polite. He wasn’t supposed to care about this guy at all! “It’s me, Alfred. I was wondering if I could talk to you… about the ship.” He grumbled a bit to himself at his own stupidity for tacking that last bit on - but he needed some excuse to see the ever elusive captain.
He spend the majority of his days walking around the ship, repairing what he could without straining himself. Francis continued to check him over and kept him mostly up to date with news of the captain (not that he particularly cared or anything.) But he always seemed to get this funny little smile on his face whenever Alfred would press him for more. Of course, the damnable man would refuse to relinquish any useful information and would instead run off after a quick grope, wink, or something equally obnoxious.
Some time had passed since Francis had let it slip that the captain was awake, but despite all his rooming around the ship, he had yet to cross paths with him. As much as he wanted to deny it, Alfred was concerned by this unexplained absence. Kirkland wasn’t the kind of guy to relax, then what was keeping him from performing his duties? He didn’t know, but he was tired of waiting. So the next day, instead of taking his usual rounds about the ship, he bypassed all the high traffic areas and headed straight towards the captains rooms.
Although he had never been there himself, he knew were it was located simply by familiarizing himself with a map of the ship. But when he stood before the door that was presumably open to reveal the pirate, he suddenly found himself growing nervous. Their previous encounters had never been pleasant - what with the older man constantly threatening to kill him and forcing him to work for him and all. But for some reason, he was compelled to see him and express his concern. With a groan and a bit of color staining his cheeks, he lightly knocked his knuckles against the door.
“Captain? I’m sorry to bother you.” Shit, he sounded far too polite. He wasn’t supposed to care about this guy at all! “It’s me, Alfred. I was wondering if I could talk to you… about the ship.” He grumbled a bit to himself at his own stupidity for tacking that last bit on - but he needed some excuse to see the ever elusive captain.
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Arthur was a bit stunned when he heard a knock at the door. This polite sounding man couldn't be Alfred, could it? Usually the other was returning the pirate captain's insults or otherwise acting sullen and uncommunicative. It was bizarre, to say the least, to hear the younger man sounding polite and almost... worried. No, that couldn't be it. Perhaps there was something with the ship that nobody else could address. Arthur was the captain, after all. It wouldn't do for him to be too excited about the other's visit. Wait-excited? Arthur refused to acknowledge that. It must have been the isolation talking. He had obviously spent too much time with the frog. Clearly.
That's when Arthur realized he forgot to reply. "Yes, yes... The ship... Come in, the door is unlocked," Arthur spoke, not quite sure why he felt a bit nervous. He must be worried about how unseemly he must look. After all, he's trapped on a bed and missing a leg. No doubt the engineer was there to lord it over him. Arthur ran through some retorts and insults in his mind. He was safe, and he wasn't going to make a fool of himself.
Arthur was overthinking things, wasn't he? He certainly didn't care about the other man, so perhaps the best way to handle this was to feign apathy. But how could he do it believably? If he tried to hard, the other would realize he was trying to seem apathetic. Arthur was already getting a headache. Clearly this was Alfred's fault.
The ship! Arthur had almost forgotten about it. "So what, pray tell, is wrong with my ship?"
That's when Arthur realized he forgot to reply. "Yes, yes... The ship... Come in, the door is unlocked," Arthur spoke, not quite sure why he felt a bit nervous. He must be worried about how unseemly he must look. After all, he's trapped on a bed and missing a leg. No doubt the engineer was there to lord it over him. Arthur ran through some retorts and insults in his mind. He was safe, and he wasn't going to make a fool of himself.
Arthur was overthinking things, wasn't he? He certainly didn't care about the other man, so perhaps the best way to handle this was to feign apathy. But how could he do it believably? If he tried to hard, the other would realize he was trying to seem apathetic. Arthur was already getting a headache. Clearly this was Alfred's fault.
The ship! Arthur had almost forgotten about it. "So what, pray tell, is wrong with my ship?"
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Standing outside that door was far more nerve-wracking than it had any right to be. When the captain didn’t immediately respond, Alfred rocked slowly back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around the hallway in a nervous fashion. Perhaps he wasn’t awake yet? Or maybe he had gone out earlier and he had simply missed him? Or worse, could he be avoiding him? For reasons that he didn’t care to explore, that thought bothered Alfred most of all.
Just as he was about to slump away back to his temporary bedroom, a voice from the other side of the door caught his attention. Alfred immediately perked up and reached for the doorknob. So Kirkland had been there all along. Why had he taken so long to respond? Mean bastard probably just wanted to make him sweat. Jerk.
Alfred pushed open the door and stepped inside, absentmindedly pushing his hair out of his face as he spoke. “I’ve gone through the ship and documented the repairs that need to be done. I can handle most everything fairly easily, the only challenge will be…” His words died when he caught sight of the captain. When he had last seen him, he had determination in his eyes and was cursing the world, but now Arthur Kirkland looked more like a lost kid trying to put on a brave front. Alfred stared down at the man laying before him, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. “Your leg…”
Suddenly all the subtle hints that Francis had been dropping and Kirkland’s unexplained absence fell into perspective. So that was the reason for all the secrecy. Alfred swallowed loudly and forced himself to look away. “Uh, so anyway. I’ll try and get the systems debugged and working properly first and worry about the rest of the repairs later.”
What was he supposed to say? As much of an asshole the pirate captain was, it still must be difficult to have to deal with losing a limb. Everything that he had ever known before was suddenly going to change without any of his control or consent. He wasn’t so heartless not to feel pity for the other man, despite everything. “Um… sorry… I guess… about the attack and all… I didn't know… shit.” He inwardly groaned and continued to stare just over the captain's head. Damnit, he sounded like a fool!
Just as he was about to slump away back to his temporary bedroom, a voice from the other side of the door caught his attention. Alfred immediately perked up and reached for the doorknob. So Kirkland had been there all along. Why had he taken so long to respond? Mean bastard probably just wanted to make him sweat. Jerk.
Alfred pushed open the door and stepped inside, absentmindedly pushing his hair out of his face as he spoke. “I’ve gone through the ship and documented the repairs that need to be done. I can handle most everything fairly easily, the only challenge will be…” His words died when he caught sight of the captain. When he had last seen him, he had determination in his eyes and was cursing the world, but now Arthur Kirkland looked more like a lost kid trying to put on a brave front. Alfred stared down at the man laying before him, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. “Your leg…”
Suddenly all the subtle hints that Francis had been dropping and Kirkland’s unexplained absence fell into perspective. So that was the reason for all the secrecy. Alfred swallowed loudly and forced himself to look away. “Uh, so anyway. I’ll try and get the systems debugged and working properly first and worry about the rest of the repairs later.”
What was he supposed to say? As much of an asshole the pirate captain was, it still must be difficult to have to deal with losing a limb. Everything that he had ever known before was suddenly going to change without any of his control or consent. He wasn’t so heartless not to feel pity for the other man, despite everything. “Um… sorry… I guess… about the attack and all… I didn't know… shit.” He inwardly groaned and continued to stare just over the captain's head. Damnit, he sounded like a fool!
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Arthur couldn't decide if Alfred's reaction to his leg was just as distressing, or worse. He felt he could even handle the other being smug about his lost leg. Not pity... It was humiliating for Arthur. "I don't need your pity," he snapped irritably, "You didn't even have much to say about the ship. If you're just here to pity me, I'm going to ask you to leave."
The pirate captain tried to seem more annoyed than upset, since the former seemed more guarded. He refused to be the object of someone's pity. Arthur was a pirate captain! "I've made it this far on my own, and I'll be damned if I let this stop me. So you can keep your pity and use it elsewhere for I'll have none of it!"
Arthur was an incredibly stubborn man, and he was not likely to budge on this point. If anything, Alfred's pity had made Arthur's wish for recovery even stronger. He wanted to get up and show Alfred that he could still kick his as- wait... Alfred? Arthur wondered why he kept thinking back to and worrying about the engineer. Sure the man was in the room, but this... infatuati- no, it couldn't be- preoccupation with the other man was highly unusual. Perhaps Arthur was still loopy from the painkillers. Clearly this was the only explanation.
Arthur fidgeted in his bed nervously. He felt ill at ease when he was bedridden and almost helpless. He could still use two of his limbs, but the numbness made coordination hard. Arthur couldn't clearly describe how much he wanted to be up and about, and therefore terrifying his crew. After all, being feared was safe, nobody got too close, and therefore Arthur didn't have to suffer when they, too, disappeared (but that was a lie, wasn't it?)
The pirate captain tried to seem more annoyed than upset, since the former seemed more guarded. He refused to be the object of someone's pity. Arthur was a pirate captain! "I've made it this far on my own, and I'll be damned if I let this stop me. So you can keep your pity and use it elsewhere for I'll have none of it!"
Arthur was an incredibly stubborn man, and he was not likely to budge on this point. If anything, Alfred's pity had made Arthur's wish for recovery even stronger. He wanted to get up and show Alfred that he could still kick his as- wait... Alfred? Arthur wondered why he kept thinking back to and worrying about the engineer. Sure the man was in the room, but this... infatuati- no, it couldn't be- preoccupation with the other man was highly unusual. Perhaps Arthur was still loopy from the painkillers. Clearly this was the only explanation.
Arthur fidgeted in his bed nervously. He felt ill at ease when he was bedridden and almost helpless. He could still use two of his limbs, but the numbness made coordination hard. Arthur couldn't clearly describe how much he wanted to be up and about, and therefore terrifying his crew. After all, being feared was safe, nobody got too close, and therefore Arthur didn't have to suffer when they, too, disappeared (but that was a lie, wasn't it?)
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Alfred’s attention snapped back down to the pirate when he spoke, watching as anger flashed within his acidic green eyes. Although he had expected such a reaction, the engineer couldn't help but wince at the sudden shouting. The older man was faced with the terrible task of relearning how to walk at the same time as running a ship and maintaining his reputation. Alfred couldn’t blame him for being upset, but that didn’t mean he was allowed to take out his frustrations on him. It wasn’t like he wanted to be here anyway!
“I’m not pitying you!” He shouted back, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. Damn stubborn pirates always making everything so much more complicated! “Can’t you understand that people are concerned about you?!” Alfred’s cheeks flushed a pleasant shade of pink when he realized what he let slip. Damnit, wrong wording! “Your crew, I mean! Not me! I just here to report to you about the ship since everybody else was busy!” That sounded convincing, right?
The engineer inwardly groaned at his inability to lie properly. This is why he always got in trouble back when he was a child. His master’s family could always tell when he did something wrong just by the expression on his face or the posture he had. And no matter how much he had grown since then, he never could quite downplay his own honesty.
Alfred looked away from the captain, trying to fight back the blush that was staining his cheeks. This was absolutely humiliating - why the hell was he still standing here in the first place? He had seen what he had come for, he should just go and move on with his life. Kirkland would be fine, he said so himself! But still, Alfred did not move. “Have you thought about… I dunno, what kind of prosthetic you want?” What? Why did he ask that? He needed to get out of here while he still had some dignity left! “I could… make you one, if you wanted.” Gah! No! He was making this worse than ever! Kirkland was going to think he had gone soft!
“I’m not pitying you!” He shouted back, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. Damn stubborn pirates always making everything so much more complicated! “Can’t you understand that people are concerned about you?!” Alfred’s cheeks flushed a pleasant shade of pink when he realized what he let slip. Damnit, wrong wording! “Your crew, I mean! Not me! I just here to report to you about the ship since everybody else was busy!” That sounded convincing, right?
The engineer inwardly groaned at his inability to lie properly. This is why he always got in trouble back when he was a child. His master’s family could always tell when he did something wrong just by the expression on his face or the posture he had. And no matter how much he had grown since then, he never could quite downplay his own honesty.
Alfred looked away from the captain, trying to fight back the blush that was staining his cheeks. This was absolutely humiliating - why the hell was he still standing here in the first place? He had seen what he had come for, he should just go and move on with his life. Kirkland would be fine, he said so himself! But still, Alfred did not move. “Have you thought about… I dunno, what kind of prosthetic you want?” What? Why did he ask that? He needed to get out of here while he still had some dignity left! “I could… make you one, if you wanted.” Gah! No! He was making this worse than ever! Kirkland was going to think he had gone soft!
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Arthur was caught off guard by the other man's response. Someone who cared for Arthur? Ridiculous. Though the other man did do a terrible job of covering up that it was he who was concerned, Arthur couldn't help but tell himself that he was just making things up. "The crew or even you being concerned?" Arthur snorted, "Don't be silly, if I were to die, I'd be swiftly replaced just like the last captain was. Soon enough I'd be forgotten, and life would move on. There's no need for such sentimental feelings."
The other man was very flustered, but while Arthur was not blushing nearly as much as Alfred, he still felt embarrassed. So, when the engineer changed the topic, it came as a relief, even if Arthur's response was to criticize it. After all, insulting and criticizing Alfred was normal, Arthur knew how to handle that. Alfred expressing concern (concern!) for Arthur was just... surreal. The pirate captain didn't know what to do.
"Prosthetics? I was thinking a simple wooden leg would do. After all, it is how one pictures a pirate. Though I could do without the eyepatch and the hook. And since you deal mainly with metal and electronics... I do not think your help would be necessary." Arthur cursed his upbringing for making him add this last part, "I suppose I must thank you for offering, however."
Yes, a simple wooden leg would be good enough. After all, no prosthetic could completely replace the missing limb, and technology seemed like a confusing ball of nonsense to Arthur. He would adjust, and perhaps hollow out the leg to keep rum or daggers inside. Perhaps even both. That was a comforting idea to the pirate.
The other man was very flustered, but while Arthur was not blushing nearly as much as Alfred, he still felt embarrassed. So, when the engineer changed the topic, it came as a relief, even if Arthur's response was to criticize it. After all, insulting and criticizing Alfred was normal, Arthur knew how to handle that. Alfred expressing concern (concern!) for Arthur was just... surreal. The pirate captain didn't know what to do.
"Prosthetics? I was thinking a simple wooden leg would do. After all, it is how one pictures a pirate. Though I could do without the eyepatch and the hook. And since you deal mainly with metal and electronics... I do not think your help would be necessary." Arthur cursed his upbringing for making him add this last part, "I suppose I must thank you for offering, however."
Yes, a simple wooden leg would be good enough. After all, no prosthetic could completely replace the missing limb, and technology seemed like a confusing ball of nonsense to Arthur. He would adjust, and perhaps hollow out the leg to keep rum or daggers inside. Perhaps even both. That was a comforting idea to the pirate.
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A frown tugged at Alfred’s lips as he stared down at the injured man. Perhaps he didn’t fully understand the position that Kirkland had assigned for himself, but surely he didn’t actually believe that nobody would miss if when he was gone. He had to have family or at least a couple of friends that would mourn him. Nobody was completely alone. Right? “Don’t be stupid,” Alfred replied as he stared down at the pirate captain. “If your crew didn’t care about you, or at least respect you, do you think any of them would follow your command? You would be missed if something were to happen to you.”
Why was he even bothering trying to comfort the man? It wasn’t his place at all. In fact, he should be relishing in the fact that he was injured like this! But Alfred was not heartless. Something about Kirkland’s denial that feelings had any place in his life concerned him. Perhaps the fearless pirate was actually more afraid than he ever let on.
His concern for the other man’s emotional stability was suddenly shot out the window when Kirkland spoke again. “A wooden leg? Are you kidding?!” Who in their right mind would choose a peg leg over a metal prosthetic?! Alfred was horrified by the idea and immediately crossed the room to stand beside the other man, his eyes wide with shocked disbelief.
“No, no, no. I can make you something so much better than a wooden leg.” He inwardly shivered at the idea and took a seat on the bed beside Kirkland. He reached for his tool belt and pulled out a small, leather bound sketch pad and a stub of a pencil. He flipped to a fresh page and quickly sketched out a design for a prosthetic leg, holding out for Arthur to see when he was done. “See? That will suit you much better than some silly old wooden stick.”
Why was he even bothering trying to comfort the man? It wasn’t his place at all. In fact, he should be relishing in the fact that he was injured like this! But Alfred was not heartless. Something about Kirkland’s denial that feelings had any place in his life concerned him. Perhaps the fearless pirate was actually more afraid than he ever let on.
His concern for the other man’s emotional stability was suddenly shot out the window when Kirkland spoke again. “A wooden leg? Are you kidding?!” Who in their right mind would choose a peg leg over a metal prosthetic?! Alfred was horrified by the idea and immediately crossed the room to stand beside the other man, his eyes wide with shocked disbelief.
“No, no, no. I can make you something so much better than a wooden leg.” He inwardly shivered at the idea and took a seat on the bed beside Kirkland. He reached for his tool belt and pulled out a small, leather bound sketch pad and a stub of a pencil. He flipped to a fresh page and quickly sketched out a design for a prosthetic leg, holding out for Arthur to see when he was done. “See? That will suit you much better than some silly old wooden stick.”
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"Lad, I think you're mistaking a business relationship for a personal one. You see, as a competent captain, I keep them alive, and they work for me. I inspire fear in their ranks, they don't mutiny and replace me with someone else. We agree to work together for everyone's survival. Any part that breaks is simply replaced. That's how things work here," Arthur explained. Of course, he was blatantly ignoring the fact that he did have some form of friendship with the mercenary, the medic, and the former engineer, even if Arthur was more likely to call them idiots than trust them with secrets.
It wasn't feelings Arthur rejected, it was what he perceived to be vulnerability. Any vulnerability Arthur showed was just another opportunity for someone to hurt him, according to Arthur. He had long since decided that anything that brought him too much pleasure was bound to let him down eventually. So he distanced himself from things, trying to protect himself from betrayals he considered inevitable.
"Don't be silly. That infernal contraption is just a heap of trouble. It takes longer to make, when a simple wooden leg would do just fine. What if it breaks? Then it'll just be harder to replace. The fact that it's more 'higher tec' doesn't make it better," Arthur huffed, completely disagreeing with the engineer.
"Wooden legs have been used for centuries. I hardly think they'd be considered as horrible as you make them out to be. I just want something simple that will get the job done. I don't care about the useless dinglehoppers you will try to add to my leg. For all I know you could be planning to booby trap the damned thing."
It wasn't feelings Arthur rejected, it was what he perceived to be vulnerability. Any vulnerability Arthur showed was just another opportunity for someone to hurt him, according to Arthur. He had long since decided that anything that brought him too much pleasure was bound to let him down eventually. So he distanced himself from things, trying to protect himself from betrayals he considered inevitable.
"Don't be silly. That infernal contraption is just a heap of trouble. It takes longer to make, when a simple wooden leg would do just fine. What if it breaks? Then it'll just be harder to replace. The fact that it's more 'higher tec' doesn't make it better," Arthur huffed, completely disagreeing with the engineer.
"Wooden legs have been used for centuries. I hardly think they'd be considered as horrible as you make them out to be. I just want something simple that will get the job done. I don't care about the useless dinglehoppers you will try to add to my leg. For all I know you could be planning to booby trap the damned thing."
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Alfred rolled his eyes at the other man's comeback. Was everything to this guy about money and power? Well, he was a pirate, but still! There had to be something else that Kirkland found valuable enough to fight for, otherwise what was he living for at all? “Okay, that’s a little harsh. From your description, any person who ceases to be ‘valuable’ is simply tossed aside and forgotten. What’s the point of working for the benefit of the ship at all when you can’t hold any interactions with anyone? Isn’t that kind of a lonely?”
Perhaps he was reading too far into this, but it would explain why the captain was such an asshole to everyone. He didn’t believe in the value of relationships at all - or at least, that was his understanding of the situation. And despite how much he really didn’t want to, Alfred couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. A life without human connection wasn't a life worth living at all. Or was he so lost within his own delusion that he couldn’t even see that?
As Arthur went on to describe the ‘practical’ uses of wooden legs, Alfred simply stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “You really must be joking.” He sighed dramatically and shifted his position on the bed slightly so he was turned more towards the other man. “With a mechanical prosthetic, it could function like a real leg with real working joints. It’s far superior to a peg leg in virtually every aspect!” Of course the captain had to be so stupidly stubborn about this. It was clear that his way was better.
“Besides, it would be simple to use. And I’m not going to booby trap the damn thing. Why would I fuck with you when I risked my life to save your neck?” He said with a quirk of an eyebrow. Honestly, so damned paranoid. Although it wasn’t a bad idea… He could come up with some funny pranks if he really thought about it. “Wooden legs… Jeez, you’re such an old man.”
Perhaps he was reading too far into this, but it would explain why the captain was such an asshole to everyone. He didn’t believe in the value of relationships at all - or at least, that was his understanding of the situation. And despite how much he really didn’t want to, Alfred couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. A life without human connection wasn't a life worth living at all. Or was he so lost within his own delusion that he couldn’t even see that?
As Arthur went on to describe the ‘practical’ uses of wooden legs, Alfred simply stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “You really must be joking.” He sighed dramatically and shifted his position on the bed slightly so he was turned more towards the other man. “With a mechanical prosthetic, it could function like a real leg with real working joints. It’s far superior to a peg leg in virtually every aspect!” Of course the captain had to be so stupidly stubborn about this. It was clear that his way was better.
“Besides, it would be simple to use. And I’m not going to booby trap the damn thing. Why would I fuck with you when I risked my life to save your neck?” He said with a quirk of an eyebrow. Honestly, so damned paranoid. Although it wasn’t a bad idea… He could come up with some funny pranks if he really thought about it. “Wooden legs… Jeez, you’re such an old man.”
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"I didn't say it was against the rules to have interactions. That blasted frog, and that idiot former engineer are excellent friends. Though I must say that they cause quite a lot of trouble. However, as captain, I refrain from such close interactions. They only lead to misery," Arthur stated. "Survival is the key, lad."
Arthur was rather baffled as to why Alfred was asking all these questions. Concern, perhaps? That was preposterous. Besides, the other had no reason for concern, the pirate captain thought himself perfectly fine, and completely happy (but that too was a lie, wasn't it?). People would betray him, so it was simply better to abstain from friendships, then there would be no fodder for betrayal.
"A mechanical prosthetic is sillier than a wooden leg! Walking around with a heavy hunk of metal and wires is just ridiculous. What would happen if my leg broke down, hm? Then I'd have no leg, and I'd have to wait until you fixed my blasted prosthetic. But if I had a wooden leg, perhaps it would break, but replacing it would be simple," Arthur waved away Alfred's explanation of the benefits of mechanical legs.
"And if it got cold, wouldn't the metal freeze? I'd get frostbite and lose the rest of my bloody leg at the very least!" Arthur huffed slightly and crossed his arms. That was when he heard the insult. "Old man?! No, it's called being mature. I can heartily assure you that you are anything but mature. Young brat."
Arthur was rather baffled as to why Alfred was asking all these questions. Concern, perhaps? That was preposterous. Besides, the other had no reason for concern, the pirate captain thought himself perfectly fine, and completely happy (but that too was a lie, wasn't it?). People would betray him, so it was simply better to abstain from friendships, then there would be no fodder for betrayal.
"A mechanical prosthetic is sillier than a wooden leg! Walking around with a heavy hunk of metal and wires is just ridiculous. What would happen if my leg broke down, hm? Then I'd have no leg, and I'd have to wait until you fixed my blasted prosthetic. But if I had a wooden leg, perhaps it would break, but replacing it would be simple," Arthur waved away Alfred's explanation of the benefits of mechanical legs.
"And if it got cold, wouldn't the metal freeze? I'd get frostbite and lose the rest of my bloody leg at the very least!" Arthur huffed slightly and crossed his arms. That was when he heard the insult. "Old man?! No, it's called being mature. I can heartily assure you that you are anything but mature. Young brat."
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Of course, only this guy would think it was a sensible idea to keep himself from making any emotional ties. Alfred could not stop himself from letting out a frustrated groan before he offered a response. “But that’s so stupid! What’s the point of being alive at all if you’re not going to even attempt to build relationships with other people?” He shook his head slightly and let out another irritated sigh. “There is a difference between living and surviving captain.”
It was strange to hear that this man was so unwilling to let down his guard, even if he was an infamous pirate captain. Had he always been this way or was there some unknown factor that drove him to this point? Alfred frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to look over the older man’s face. His life may not have been a basket full of roses, but he appreciated human contact and tried to live for the benefit of other people. And even though he had no friends himself, he was happy with what his life had been. Silently, he wondered if Kirkland was happy at all, but he managed to refrain from asking.
“It’s not half as complicated as you’re making it sound! If it somehow managed to break down, it would only take minor repairs at most to get it working again! Even you could handle it!” Well, actually now that he thought about it - Arthur made a valid point. The only piece of machinery he didn’t automatically fuck up when coming in contact with was the tea kettle. Still, Alfred refused to give in. “Besides, wouldn’t it be easier to move in the long run if you had a prosthetic that could move like a real leg? A wooden one can’t exactly do that.”
Why the hell was he being so stubborn? Everybody knew that metal prosthetics were the cutting edge of modern day technology! And here was the most infamous pirate captain alive, wanting to stumble around with a peg leg. Absolutely ridiculous. “It won’t freeze! That’s not the way metal prosthetics work at all!” Alfred pursed his lips forward in a slight pout. “If when you say 'mature' you mean boring. And I am not a brat!” He leaned forward and poked the other man lightly in the chest. “This isn’t the dark ages grandpa.”
It was strange to hear that this man was so unwilling to let down his guard, even if he was an infamous pirate captain. Had he always been this way or was there some unknown factor that drove him to this point? Alfred frowned slightly, his gaze shifting to look over the older man’s face. His life may not have been a basket full of roses, but he appreciated human contact and tried to live for the benefit of other people. And even though he had no friends himself, he was happy with what his life had been. Silently, he wondered if Kirkland was happy at all, but he managed to refrain from asking.
“It’s not half as complicated as you’re making it sound! If it somehow managed to break down, it would only take minor repairs at most to get it working again! Even you could handle it!” Well, actually now that he thought about it - Arthur made a valid point. The only piece of machinery he didn’t automatically fuck up when coming in contact with was the tea kettle. Still, Alfred refused to give in. “Besides, wouldn’t it be easier to move in the long run if you had a prosthetic that could move like a real leg? A wooden one can’t exactly do that.”
Why the hell was he being so stubborn? Everybody knew that metal prosthetics were the cutting edge of modern day technology! And here was the most infamous pirate captain alive, wanting to stumble around with a peg leg. Absolutely ridiculous. “It won’t freeze! That’s not the way metal prosthetics work at all!” Alfred pursed his lips forward in a slight pout. “If when you say 'mature' you mean boring. And I am not a brat!” He leaned forward and poked the other man lightly in the chest. “This isn’t the dark ages grandpa.”
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"Spare me your moral lecture. If I didn't find my set of beliefs useful, I would not have them. You don't know a damn thing about me," Arthur turned to look away from the other man. "Living versus surviving? Those are some interesting words. But, in the end, words are just words, Jones." The pirate captain was now glancing out the window of his room, staring out at the little planet they had landed on to repair the damage done. Well... repair what could be repaired. Things that were lost could rarely be returned, Arthur mused.
The pirate captain wondered what sort of life the other man had lived. Perhaps it had been privileged, even more so than Arthur's had been before things took a turn for the worse. Perhaps it had been much worse than Arthur's, and the only way the other had been able to carry on was to adopt such optimism. Perhaps Alfred was someone who had fallen down a similar path that Arthur had, but had reacted differently. Arthur didn't know, and didn't want to admit the curiosity that was growing in the back of his mind.
"Don't be silly. Technology simply creates more problems than it solves! Many centuries ago we only had to worry about pirates on one planet!" Arthur argued. "A wooden leg would be just as inconvenient as the mechanical monstrosity you are proposing! It would still fail to be my leg, so what's the use?"
The pirate slapped the other man's hand away when he dared to poke Arthur in the chest. "Boring?" Arthur laughed derisively, "I'm one of the most infamous pirates and you call me boring! You must be really dimwitted! Either that or boring and old is the best insult you can come up with." Arthur snorted a bit. "I don't know why I even bother, you're dumber than a bag of turnips! They're probably more sentient than that empty cavity in your head you call a brain!"
The pirate captain wondered what sort of life the other man had lived. Perhaps it had been privileged, even more so than Arthur's had been before things took a turn for the worse. Perhaps it had been much worse than Arthur's, and the only way the other had been able to carry on was to adopt such optimism. Perhaps Alfred was someone who had fallen down a similar path that Arthur had, but had reacted differently. Arthur didn't know, and didn't want to admit the curiosity that was growing in the back of his mind.
"Don't be silly. Technology simply creates more problems than it solves! Many centuries ago we only had to worry about pirates on one planet!" Arthur argued. "A wooden leg would be just as inconvenient as the mechanical monstrosity you are proposing! It would still fail to be my leg, so what's the use?"
The pirate slapped the other man's hand away when he dared to poke Arthur in the chest. "Boring?" Arthur laughed derisively, "I'm one of the most infamous pirates and you call me boring! You must be really dimwitted! Either that or boring and old is the best insult you can come up with." Arthur snorted a bit. "I don't know why I even bother, you're dumber than a bag of turnips! They're probably more sentient than that empty cavity in your head you call a brain!"
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Had Alfred been a more perceptive man, he might have noticed that captain was steadily growing more irritated as time went on. But, seeing as he was spectacularly incapable of reading the atmosphere, he did not and continued speaking as before. “And who’s fault is that? You’re the guy who decided it was a good idea not to form any relationships with people! How the hell could I know anything about you? You wouldn't tell me even if I asked!” He responded, eyebrow’s furred in annoyance. “And if you let yourself live for once, you would see that those aren’t just words captain.”
What the hell was his problem? Okay, yes, he had just lost his leg and he had the right to be a little pisser than usual, but this is simply ridiculous. It wasn’t like Alfred was his friend or anything, but damnit he was trying his best to help! The stupid bastard captain didn’t even deserve it in the first place, but he was such a damn good person he was doing it anyway! Was it really so difficult to just accept it and move on? Hell he wasn’t even expecting a thank you!
“Why are you getting so worked up over this?! I’m just trying to help you out! No need to be such an asshole about it!” Alfred pulled his hand back to his body, his frown steadily growing deeper as Kirkland went off on him again. For a long moment after the captain finished, Alfred remained in silence, measuring his words carefully for once.
“I know I’m not particularly intelligent - people have told me that ever since I was a little kid.” He admitted, pushing himself back off the bed. With a hardened gaze, reminiscent of the expression he often wore when he first was taken aboard to work as the engineer, he stared down at the pirate captain. “But at least I’m happy with my life. Or at least I was before you stole it away from me. But you captain, you’re pathetic. If you continue to push people away like this, soon you’re going to find that you have absolutely nothing left. Than what?” Alfred looked down at the floor, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I was just trying to help you. Sorry to have been a bother."
What the hell was his problem? Okay, yes, he had just lost his leg and he had the right to be a little pisser than usual, but this is simply ridiculous. It wasn’t like Alfred was his friend or anything, but damnit he was trying his best to help! The stupid bastard captain didn’t even deserve it in the first place, but he was such a damn good person he was doing it anyway! Was it really so difficult to just accept it and move on? Hell he wasn’t even expecting a thank you!
“Why are you getting so worked up over this?! I’m just trying to help you out! No need to be such an asshole about it!” Alfred pulled his hand back to his body, his frown steadily growing deeper as Kirkland went off on him again. For a long moment after the captain finished, Alfred remained in silence, measuring his words carefully for once.
“I know I’m not particularly intelligent - people have told me that ever since I was a little kid.” He admitted, pushing himself back off the bed. With a hardened gaze, reminiscent of the expression he often wore when he first was taken aboard to work as the engineer, he stared down at the pirate captain. “But at least I’m happy with my life. Or at least I was before you stole it away from me. But you captain, you’re pathetic. If you continue to push people away like this, soon you’re going to find that you have absolutely nothing left. Than what?” Alfred looked down at the floor, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I was just trying to help you. Sorry to have been a bother."
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"Get out," Arthur snapped, "I just lost my leg and so you come in here to lecture me on how stupid and wrong I am, simply because I happen to disagree with you. Isn't it funny how you're all saintly and so graciously helping me, who disagrees with you and therefore pathetic and weak? Well fuck you. You're just using this as an excuse to boost your ego. 'Oooh~ Let's help out the guy with the missing leg. That'll make me look like a hero!'."
Arthur was furious and sick of Alfred patronizing him. "You don't give a damn about me, so stop pretending. You want to feel good about offering to help out someone who you consider inferior. I don't want that!" He looked away just wanting to shove Alfred out of the room, and frustrated that he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone stand up or walk. Arthur wasn't going to walk for a long time, even if he got a prosthetic. He was going to have to relearn such a basic thing, and it scared him a bit. It was such a horrifying mix of emotions that he couldn't take Alfred pressing his buttons for particularly long.
Arthur reminded himself that he had to hold back these unseemly emotions, despite the slight nausea he was starting to feel (stress, perhaps?). He had to keep what sense of dignity he had. He was still the dreaded Captain Kirkland, and so he had to act that way. There was no allowance for feeling vulnerable or human, people would just take advantage of that.
"Nothing left? Fool, there was nothing to begin with. Friendships and relationships are transient things. They disappear so easily. In the end, I have what will last. Dignity, and my own pride. I'm not going to be some weak git who has to rely on others. Now then, kindly leave my room. I do not wish to be lectured fu-" Arthur cut himself of with a slight gagging noise. No no no, this was all wrong. Stiff upper lip and repress more, he reminded himself. Alas, his stomach begged to differ, so he turned to the side of the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach, feeling more humiliated than he had ever been before.
Arthur was furious and sick of Alfred patronizing him. "You don't give a damn about me, so stop pretending. You want to feel good about offering to help out someone who you consider inferior. I don't want that!" He looked away just wanting to shove Alfred out of the room, and frustrated that he couldn't even get out of bed, let alone stand up or walk. Arthur wasn't going to walk for a long time, even if he got a prosthetic. He was going to have to relearn such a basic thing, and it scared him a bit. It was such a horrifying mix of emotions that he couldn't take Alfred pressing his buttons for particularly long.
Arthur reminded himself that he had to hold back these unseemly emotions, despite the slight nausea he was starting to feel (stress, perhaps?). He had to keep what sense of dignity he had. He was still the dreaded Captain Kirkland, and so he had to act that way. There was no allowance for feeling vulnerable or human, people would just take advantage of that.
"Nothing left? Fool, there was nothing to begin with. Friendships and relationships are transient things. They disappear so easily. In the end, I have what will last. Dignity, and my own pride. I'm not going to be some weak git who has to rely on others. Now then, kindly leave my room. I do not wish to be lectured fu-" Arthur cut himself of with a slight gagging noise. No no no, this was all wrong. Stiff upper lip and repress more, he reminded himself. Alas, his stomach begged to differ, so he turned to the side of the bed and emptied the contents of his stomach, feeling more humiliated than he had ever been before.
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Alfred stepped backwards, grinding his teeth together as he took the verbal thrashing. He hated to admit it, but Kirkland’s accusations stung. Even when the pirate was down, he could make anybody feel inferior with his words alone. “That isn’t the case at all!” He shouted back, fists clenched painfully at his sides. “You’re twisting my words to fit your own opinion of me! Not everybody is out to fucking hurt you Kirkland! I’m not so heartless to come in here and gloat about your leg! Why the hell would I?!”
Suddenly, anger began to build up with Alfred’s chest. Here he was trying to help the same man who stole his life and he was getting nothing but grief for it. Perhaps he really was a fool for ever thinking the pirate captain would accept such actions, but damnit, he was sick of being abused! “Stop that! I don’t think your inferior! I’m was just trying to help, but fuck this! If you want to be alone and sad for the rest of your life, fine! But in the end, you will have no one but yourself to blame.” He snapped, turning his back to leave the damned man on his own.
Alfred had ripped open the door just as the other man began to gag. The noise was so out of place in comparison to all the screaming they had done before that the engineer couldn’t help but pause. He didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what had happened or to gauge the pirate’s humiliation. Any moment of weakness would no doubt hurt his precious pride more than anything. It made Alfred wonder if it would be kinder to simply walk away and act as if he hadn’t heard. It wasn’t like the man would accept any help from him in the first place.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. This time however, he modified his approach and didn’t immediately shove assistance onto the already broken man. Instead, he approached cautiously and dug into his pockets, pulling out a small, clean bit of linen with a J embroidered along the front. Alfred said nothing as he placed the handkerchief down on the pillow beside Arthur’s head. There was no pressure to take it, but it would remain there if the man desired his assistance. Not that he would anyway.
Without another word, Alfred turned and walked out of the room to find Francis. The captain may believe that he didn’t need anyone to survive, but if he wanted to ever make it out of that bed, he was going to need the medics assistance.
Suddenly, anger began to build up with Alfred’s chest. Here he was trying to help the same man who stole his life and he was getting nothing but grief for it. Perhaps he really was a fool for ever thinking the pirate captain would accept such actions, but damnit, he was sick of being abused! “Stop that! I don’t think your inferior! I’m was just trying to help, but fuck this! If you want to be alone and sad for the rest of your life, fine! But in the end, you will have no one but yourself to blame.” He snapped, turning his back to leave the damned man on his own.
Alfred had ripped open the door just as the other man began to gag. The noise was so out of place in comparison to all the screaming they had done before that the engineer couldn’t help but pause. He didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what had happened or to gauge the pirate’s humiliation. Any moment of weakness would no doubt hurt his precious pride more than anything. It made Alfred wonder if it would be kinder to simply walk away and act as if he hadn’t heard. It wasn’t like the man would accept any help from him in the first place.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. This time however, he modified his approach and didn’t immediately shove assistance onto the already broken man. Instead, he approached cautiously and dug into his pockets, pulling out a small, clean bit of linen with a J embroidered along the front. Alfred said nothing as he placed the handkerchief down on the pillow beside Arthur’s head. There was no pressure to take it, but it would remain there if the man desired his assistance. Not that he would anyway.
Without another word, Alfred turned and walked out of the room to find Francis. The captain may believe that he didn’t need anyone to survive, but if he wanted to ever make it out of that bed, he was going to need the medics assistance.
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Arthur was surprised by the silent gift of the monogrammed handkerchief. There was nothing he could do to construe it as a sort of insult, and it was impossible to humiliate himself further, so the broken man accepted it with little protest. Yet Arthur decided to not make use of it until the other man had left the room. Perhaps it was a last bit of pride that the pirate had.
Arthur gently wiped the disgusting remnants of his last meal off of his face. He felt soiled. Arthur felt like a failure of a captain, and was humiliated to remind himself that Alfred had been there to watch him fall. A dark part of him suggested giving up, but the pirate captain quickly decided that surrendering to this had never truly been an option. He was going to overcome this, and he would prove to Alfred that he didn't need anyone's help! Even if he was getting some help from a certain frog of a medic.
And so the months passed... The travels of The Dramatic Exit resumed, despite the fact that it's captain was not quite mobile.Things seemed to go back to normal, despite the fact that Arthur's presence had been greatly reduced. The first mate, the fiery elder sister of the tomato loving mechanic, had taken the injured pirate's spot.
In the meantime, Arthur had been able to get the wooden prosthetic he wanted, and slowly tried to learn to get up and walk once more. It didn't take him long to get up, but walking was another story. It was hard to learn to walk with two properly formed legs, yet Arthur had to make do with a less than optimal prosthetic. It hurt to move, and rudimentary joints did not work right. The pirate spent more time falling over than taking steps, and it was frustrating.
However, the captain did not allow himself to give up. He reminded himself that he'd lose any respect that people had for him if he failed. If he overcame it, he would be able to regain his position as the feared pirate captain. There, he was safe, and isolated from people. Who would bother to approach a hardened criminal? His stubborn mentality paid off, Arthur was finally able to walk short distances about the ship. Fearing further humiliation, Arthur mainly remained in hiding, not wanting to return until he was able to walk properly.
Being the busybody that he was, Captain Kirkland was practicing yet again, ignoring the pain and exhaustion he felt. Arthur reminded himself that he had duties to attend to. He had to overcome this, he had to prove something, despite not knowing who it was he was trying to disprove. The pirate stumbled, the joint of the prosthetic buckling and sending the rest of Arthur to the floor. Arthur let out colorful curses, before trying to use the wall to get back up again.
Arthur gently wiped the disgusting remnants of his last meal off of his face. He felt soiled. Arthur felt like a failure of a captain, and was humiliated to remind himself that Alfred had been there to watch him fall. A dark part of him suggested giving up, but the pirate captain quickly decided that surrendering to this had never truly been an option. He was going to overcome this, and he would prove to Alfred that he didn't need anyone's help! Even if he was getting some help from a certain frog of a medic.
And so the months passed... The travels of The Dramatic Exit resumed, despite the fact that it's captain was not quite mobile.Things seemed to go back to normal, despite the fact that Arthur's presence had been greatly reduced. The first mate, the fiery elder sister of the tomato loving mechanic, had taken the injured pirate's spot.
In the meantime, Arthur had been able to get the wooden prosthetic he wanted, and slowly tried to learn to get up and walk once more. It didn't take him long to get up, but walking was another story. It was hard to learn to walk with two properly formed legs, yet Arthur had to make do with a less than optimal prosthetic. It hurt to move, and rudimentary joints did not work right. The pirate spent more time falling over than taking steps, and it was frustrating.
However, the captain did not allow himself to give up. He reminded himself that he'd lose any respect that people had for him if he failed. If he overcame it, he would be able to regain his position as the feared pirate captain. There, he was safe, and isolated from people. Who would bother to approach a hardened criminal? His stubborn mentality paid off, Arthur was finally able to walk short distances about the ship. Fearing further humiliation, Arthur mainly remained in hiding, not wanting to return until he was able to walk properly.
Being the busybody that he was, Captain Kirkland was practicing yet again, ignoring the pain and exhaustion he felt. Arthur reminded himself that he had duties to attend to. He had to overcome this, he had to prove something, despite not knowing who it was he was trying to disprove. The pirate stumbled, the joint of the prosthetic buckling and sending the rest of Arthur to the floor. Arthur let out colorful curses, before trying to use the wall to get back up again.
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In the months that followed, Alfred slowly found himself slipping into the dull sameness of routine. Mornings were spent on rounds, documenting what needed to be fixed or updated while his afternoons were filled with his engineering duties. Nobody bothered to restrict him anymore, seeing as the paranoid captain had made his presence on the ship scarce. He had all but become a member of the crew, save for the fact that he still spend every night in a cell rather than a bedroom.
There was no variation, no attacks, no serious repair work, nothing to keep the young man’s mind occupied. No one in the crew really talked to him, save for Francis and occasionally Antonio - so his days were spent all but alone. He never thought he would miss Kirkland’s insults, but at least that gave him the opportunity to verbally spar with the pirate captain. Hell, he would even taking his death threats over the curse of boredom. This peaceful solitude was maddening.
The only real improvement this his life was the fact that there was no one to watch over his activities. He was free to wander about the ship for as long as he wanted and nobody ever bothered to remove his tool belt. The reason he still bothered to sleep in that cell was that it was the only place designated to him - although the door was never remained locked.
He began spending his free time in the quietness of the control room. Hardly any of the crew members walked that way in the first place, so he was free to take over the space with half completed projects or blueprints that he had strewn around the room. Alfred tinkered, rewired, built, and experimented to pass the time - replacing human contact with the desire to learn. He may not be the most intelligent man to come into creation, but damnit, he was going to prove that he was no fool!
That particular day, he had been delighted to discover that his attention was not required of anyone, giving him ample time to slip away for a few hours to work on a new model he had been thinking of. Alfred sat at his tiny desk (he had stolen it from the trash about two months back) and had just begun to sketch out his new idea when the sound of cursing pulled his focus. Confused, Alfred stood up and opened the door, glancing about to locate the source of the noise. A few feet away, laying in a disgruntled heap was non other than the elusive Captain Kirkland.
Alfred was ready to turn around and walk away, their previous encounter still fresh in his mind, but his body had other plans. Instead of moving away, he turned and headed straight towards the other man. “Whoa there. Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at the struggling captain. It looks like he really was trying to make that wooden prosthetic work. And it also looked like it wasn’t going quite so well. Alfred briefly thought back the rough sketch of the leg he had offered to make all those months ago, still buried within his piles of designs somewhere. No, the damned man would be far too prideful to ever admit he was wrong. Alfred sighed and crouched done beside him.
“Here, let me help you up.” He offered,looping his arm around the other’s torso in preparation to lift him back to his feet. This was the very least he could do for the stubborn pirate captain.
There was no variation, no attacks, no serious repair work, nothing to keep the young man’s mind occupied. No one in the crew really talked to him, save for Francis and occasionally Antonio - so his days were spent all but alone. He never thought he would miss Kirkland’s insults, but at least that gave him the opportunity to verbally spar with the pirate captain. Hell, he would even taking his death threats over the curse of boredom. This peaceful solitude was maddening.
The only real improvement this his life was the fact that there was no one to watch over his activities. He was free to wander about the ship for as long as he wanted and nobody ever bothered to remove his tool belt. The reason he still bothered to sleep in that cell was that it was the only place designated to him - although the door was never remained locked.
He began spending his free time in the quietness of the control room. Hardly any of the crew members walked that way in the first place, so he was free to take over the space with half completed projects or blueprints that he had strewn around the room. Alfred tinkered, rewired, built, and experimented to pass the time - replacing human contact with the desire to learn. He may not be the most intelligent man to come into creation, but damnit, he was going to prove that he was no fool!
That particular day, he had been delighted to discover that his attention was not required of anyone, giving him ample time to slip away for a few hours to work on a new model he had been thinking of. Alfred sat at his tiny desk (he had stolen it from the trash about two months back) and had just begun to sketch out his new idea when the sound of cursing pulled his focus. Confused, Alfred stood up and opened the door, glancing about to locate the source of the noise. A few feet away, laying in a disgruntled heap was non other than the elusive Captain Kirkland.
Alfred was ready to turn around and walk away, their previous encounter still fresh in his mind, but his body had other plans. Instead of moving away, he turned and headed straight towards the other man. “Whoa there. Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at the struggling captain. It looks like he really was trying to make that wooden prosthetic work. And it also looked like it wasn’t going quite so well. Alfred briefly thought back the rough sketch of the leg he had offered to make all those months ago, still buried within his piles of designs somewhere. No, the damned man would be far too prideful to ever admit he was wrong. Alfred sighed and crouched done beside him.
“Here, let me help you up.” He offered,looping his arm around the other’s torso in preparation to lift him back to his feet. This was the very least he could do for the stubborn pirate captain.
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Arthur was surprised, to say the least, that Alfred had arrived to help him. It was quite vexing and embarrassing, especially after their last meeting had not ended particularly well. However, the pirate captain was smart enough not to immediately insult the person who went out of his way to help the prostrate pirate. With Alfred's help, Arthur was back on his feet once more.
As he brushed the dirt off of his coat, he reluctantly offered his thanks, "Thank you, Jones. I suppose I should be returning your handkerchief to you. However, since I sullied it, I must offer a replacement instead." Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out one that had a golden K embroidered on it. Of course, nobody was to ever find out that the dreaded captain Kirkland had a knack for embroidery, and that he quite enjoyed it. It did manage to pass the time when he had been bedridden. Embroidery and books, those were Arthur's best friends, even when he had not been trapped in bed. They were always there for him, and never failed to let him down.
While Arthur was half tempted to pick a fight, he knew he wasn't in much of a condition to win one. So, he decided the best route would be to remain cordial until the other left. After all, it appeared that the engineer did not enjoy Arthur's company, few people did. "I trust the repairs are going well?" Arthur asked. He had a hard time looking Alfred in the eye, so he chose to stare elsewhere, pretending that he was choosing to look away or perhaps seeming like he was distracted by something.
He wasn't used to feeling so... nervous around someone else. Perhaps it was the memory of his humiliation in front of Alfred. Surely that was the reason the other was there, because Arthur had faltered and fallen. Arthur refused to show vulnerability, he would not lose to anyone, let alone Alfred.
As he brushed the dirt off of his coat, he reluctantly offered his thanks, "Thank you, Jones. I suppose I should be returning your handkerchief to you. However, since I sullied it, I must offer a replacement instead." Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out one that had a golden K embroidered on it. Of course, nobody was to ever find out that the dreaded captain Kirkland had a knack for embroidery, and that he quite enjoyed it. It did manage to pass the time when he had been bedridden. Embroidery and books, those were Arthur's best friends, even when he had not been trapped in bed. They were always there for him, and never failed to let him down.
While Arthur was half tempted to pick a fight, he knew he wasn't in much of a condition to win one. So, he decided the best route would be to remain cordial until the other left. After all, it appeared that the engineer did not enjoy Arthur's company, few people did. "I trust the repairs are going well?" Arthur asked. He had a hard time looking Alfred in the eye, so he chose to stare elsewhere, pretending that he was choosing to look away or perhaps seeming like he was distracted by something.
He wasn't used to feeling so... nervous around someone else. Perhaps it was the memory of his humiliation in front of Alfred. Surely that was the reason the other was there, because Arthur had faltered and fallen. Arthur refused to show vulnerability, he would not lose to anyone, let alone Alfred.
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Over the passing months, Alfred had regained the strength lost from his encounter with the Reavers, so lifting the captain to his feet was surprisingly easy. For such an imposing man, he wasn’t that big. In fact, he was relatively slender and small for a man, coming up only to about Alfred’s shoulders when standing at full height. The engineer pushed that thought aside and focused on steadying the pirate captain. When he was sure the man wouldn't immediately tumble over, he took a step back to keep a respectful distance between them.
“It’s no problem,” He said, shrugging in reply. Really it wasn’t. The guy may be kind of a jerk, but only someone truly heartless wouldn’t offer the fallen man at least a helping hand in assistance. Kirkland continued to speak however and when he held out the replacement handkerchief, he couldn’t help but stare down at the bit of linen with widened eyes. “That’s really not necessary. Besides, yours is much nicer than what I gave you.” The stitch work was precise and intricate, not the mention the material was of much higher quality. Plus it looked handmade, expensive - not something a stingy pirate would usually want to part with. Still, Alfred reached forward to take it. “Thank you all the same,” He said, trying to hide his pleased smile as he carefully tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.
At Kirkland’s question, Alfred nodded, looking anywhere but at the man he was addressing. “Everything is running smoothly. There are no major problems that need to be reported,” He said, mindlessly fiddling with the worn edge of his shirt. Once the forced pleasantries were over, the two were left to wallow in a tense, awkward silence. The engineer shifted uncomfortably as he tried to search for a safe conversation topic. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered with trying to keep the pirate happy, but he really didn’t want Arthur to get irritated and leave before he had a chance to speak with him. It wasn’t like he enjoyed his presence or anything, but he was so bored and isolated that even the grumpy old captain was better company than his machines. Wait the machines!
“Captain! I wanted to show you ah…” Not so excited, he reminded himself. These devices weren’t made for Kirkland’s benefit after all. They were purely for research and learning purposes, and that was absolutely it. Alfred coughed awkwardly into his hand before motioning towards the control room. “I made some new weapons and I thought you might be interested in seeing. I could really use an outside opinion on how to best modify them and since you know more about fighting and all… ah… if you wanted to that is…”
“It’s no problem,” He said, shrugging in reply. Really it wasn’t. The guy may be kind of a jerk, but only someone truly heartless wouldn’t offer the fallen man at least a helping hand in assistance. Kirkland continued to speak however and when he held out the replacement handkerchief, he couldn’t help but stare down at the bit of linen with widened eyes. “That’s really not necessary. Besides, yours is much nicer than what I gave you.” The stitch work was precise and intricate, not the mention the material was of much higher quality. Plus it looked handmade, expensive - not something a stingy pirate would usually want to part with. Still, Alfred reached forward to take it. “Thank you all the same,” He said, trying to hide his pleased smile as he carefully tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.
At Kirkland’s question, Alfred nodded, looking anywhere but at the man he was addressing. “Everything is running smoothly. There are no major problems that need to be reported,” He said, mindlessly fiddling with the worn edge of his shirt. Once the forced pleasantries were over, the two were left to wallow in a tense, awkward silence. The engineer shifted uncomfortably as he tried to search for a safe conversation topic. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered with trying to keep the pirate happy, but he really didn’t want Arthur to get irritated and leave before he had a chance to speak with him. It wasn’t like he enjoyed his presence or anything, but he was so bored and isolated that even the grumpy old captain was better company than his machines. Wait the machines!
“Captain! I wanted to show you ah…” Not so excited, he reminded himself. These devices weren’t made for Kirkland’s benefit after all. They were purely for research and learning purposes, and that was absolutely it. Alfred coughed awkwardly into his hand before motioning towards the control room. “I made some new weapons and I thought you might be interested in seeing. I could really use an outside opinion on how to best modify them and since you know more about fighting and all… ah… if you wanted to that is…”
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The arms that helped the pirate captain were strong and muscular. Arthur found himself examining the other man. Alfred was fit, and quite tall, but he seemed to have a childish feel about him that reminded Arthur more of an overgrown puppy than an imposing man. The pirate captain reminded himself not to stare at Alfred for too long, and Arthur did not want to have to answer questions about it.
"Nicer? Don't be silly... It's just a simple handkerchief. I have others like it. But don't go ruining it, I'm not giving you an extra one. This was simply to replace the one I had soiled," Arthur said with a slight huff. He refused to admit that what he did was anything more than a simple courtesy, and that he could have gotten away with little more than a piece of cloth and not one of his delicately embroidered handkerchiefs. Either way, Arthur was not going to tell the other man who had embroidered it.
Arthur nodded absentmindedly as the other man explained that things were running smoothly. The captain wasn't surprised, after all the ship seemed to be doing well, and he assumed that the first mate would inform him of any problems. Arthur wasn't quite sure how to handle the awkward silence. Being the introvert he was, Arthur had never been very good at talking to others. It was easier to curl up with a book than go out and talk to people. Interacting was always... very draining. But that wasn't to say Arthur didn't enjoy it, despite his claims otherwise. He enjoyed company, so long as it was small and someone he knew fairly well.
The sudden outburst reminded Arthur of an overexcited puppy, he wasn't sure how else to describe it. Alfred did a terrible job of hiding just how eager and happy it was. If Arthur didn't remind himself not to, he would have found it endearing. He wanted to accept, but he wasn't sure if he could make it to the control room without stumbling, falling, or needing help. Bollocks to that, he decided. He was going to prove to Alfred that he could handle such a thing. "Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way," he motioned for Alfred to take the lead. The pirate captain did not want the other man to be able to examine how Arthur hobbled around.
"Nicer? Don't be silly... It's just a simple handkerchief. I have others like it. But don't go ruining it, I'm not giving you an extra one. This was simply to replace the one I had soiled," Arthur said with a slight huff. He refused to admit that what he did was anything more than a simple courtesy, and that he could have gotten away with little more than a piece of cloth and not one of his delicately embroidered handkerchiefs. Either way, Arthur was not going to tell the other man who had embroidered it.
Arthur nodded absentmindedly as the other man explained that things were running smoothly. The captain wasn't surprised, after all the ship seemed to be doing well, and he assumed that the first mate would inform him of any problems. Arthur wasn't quite sure how to handle the awkward silence. Being the introvert he was, Arthur had never been very good at talking to others. It was easier to curl up with a book than go out and talk to people. Interacting was always... very draining. But that wasn't to say Arthur didn't enjoy it, despite his claims otherwise. He enjoyed company, so long as it was small and someone he knew fairly well.
The sudden outburst reminded Arthur of an overexcited puppy, he wasn't sure how else to describe it. Alfred did a terrible job of hiding just how eager and happy it was. If Arthur didn't remind himself not to, he would have found it endearing. He wanted to accept, but he wasn't sure if he could make it to the control room without stumbling, falling, or needing help. Bollocks to that, he decided. He was going to prove to Alfred that he could handle such a thing. "Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way," he motioned for Alfred to take the lead. The pirate captain did not want the other man to be able to examine how Arthur hobbled around.
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The pirate captain was fortunate that Alfred was too clueless to pick up on the examining looks the other was giving him. He was far more preoccupied with the fact that the other man had given him something. Well, sure, he had said it was simply a replacement for the handkerchief that he had lent Kirkland during their last meeting, but still! The famous Captain Kirkland giving him, a lowly engineer, anything was beyond incredible.
“You’re kidding, right? This is like, way fancier than the one I had! Did you nick it from some kindly old lady with the same initials as you or something?” He teased. Although from his cheerful expression, it was clear that it was all in good fun. In his months aboard the Dramatic Exit, he had come to accept that everyone around him was a pirate. Pirate’s stole things - it was just a fact of life. He may not be so violently against their actions as he had been when he was first brought on, but he still wasn’t willing to compromise his own sense of justice to join in.
Alfred beamed when Arthur agreed to stick around longer, although he would forever deny it if asked. Perhaps it was the lack of any real human contact or the desire to prove that he was no fool, but for some reason, he wanted to pirate to stay. Sure he wasn’t going to go around parading this news to the rest of the ship (lord knows how Francis would take it - he already thought he had a ‘crush’ on him), but he refrained from saying anything outright that would offend the captain.
The engineer began walking back to his sanctuary when Kirkland gave the okay, keeping his pace slow enough least the other man falter in his steps. He didn’t want to offer any assistance unless it was needed (that would probably wound the other’s massive pride and end their interaction before it even started), but remained near enough where he could help if something were to go wrong.
Silently he began deciding what he could possibly show Arthur first. The months of boredom had gave him the opportunity to tinker around and invent some (in his opinion) pretty impressive creations. But than again, Kirkland was a hard man to please. Alfred grinned as he stepped forward to open the door leading into the messy control room - he always did relish a challenge. “Make yourself at home captain!”
“You’re kidding, right? This is like, way fancier than the one I had! Did you nick it from some kindly old lady with the same initials as you or something?” He teased. Although from his cheerful expression, it was clear that it was all in good fun. In his months aboard the Dramatic Exit, he had come to accept that everyone around him was a pirate. Pirate’s stole things - it was just a fact of life. He may not be so violently against their actions as he had been when he was first brought on, but he still wasn’t willing to compromise his own sense of justice to join in.
Alfred beamed when Arthur agreed to stick around longer, although he would forever deny it if asked. Perhaps it was the lack of any real human contact or the desire to prove that he was no fool, but for some reason, he wanted to pirate to stay. Sure he wasn’t going to go around parading this news to the rest of the ship (lord knows how Francis would take it - he already thought he had a ‘crush’ on him), but he refrained from saying anything outright that would offend the captain.
The engineer began walking back to his sanctuary when Kirkland gave the okay, keeping his pace slow enough least the other man falter in his steps. He didn’t want to offer any assistance unless it was needed (that would probably wound the other’s massive pride and end their interaction before it even started), but remained near enough where he could help if something were to go wrong.
Silently he began deciding what he could possibly show Arthur first. The months of boredom had gave him the opportunity to tinker around and invent some (in his opinion) pretty impressive creations. But than again, Kirkland was a hard man to please. Alfred grinned as he stepped forward to open the door leading into the messy control room - he always did relish a challenge. “Make yourself at home captain!”
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"Obviously. I took candy from her grandbaby right after I took her handkerchief," Arthur joked, while keeping a serious face. He let out a soft chuckle before speaking again, "No, I simply purchased some handkerchiefs and thread when we stopped by one of the black market ports." Shit. Did Arthur just say that? He was supposed to be guarding what he said around Alfred, not telling Alfred that he liked to embroider. Well, the engineer wasn't the most observant person. Perhaps he would just ignore what Arthur said, or not realize that someone had to do the embroidering. Simple.
The pirate was not at all sure how to deal with just how cheerful Alfred was, especially the engineer's sunny reaction to spending more time with the captain. Usually, people avoided the grumpy man, and Arthur was used to such behavior. This, on the other hand, was downright bizarre. Perhaps the other man was planning a silly prank. It did not seem out of character for the engineer to do so.
Arthur tried his best to keep up with Alfred's pace, but it was a challenge. At first, Arthur had managed a decent pace, but as they got further towards the room, Arthur slowed down. Even Al's reduced pace was a struggle for the pirate. It was even more humiliating to realize that the other man had to hold back for Arthur. Even more determined to show just how fine he was, Arthur sped up. Unfortunately, this only served to undermine his balance.
Arthur faltered, trying desperately to keep his balance. He didn't want to rely on Alfred to help him again, let alone admit that perhaps this peg leg was not as useful as he originally though. No, Arthur would rather blame the lack of practice with it. He just hadn't worked hard enough, and he would be able to practice until everything was fine. He wouldn't need to rely on anyone. He was so close to the control room! He had to make it without falling!
The pirate was not at all sure how to deal with just how cheerful Alfred was, especially the engineer's sunny reaction to spending more time with the captain. Usually, people avoided the grumpy man, and Arthur was used to such behavior. This, on the other hand, was downright bizarre. Perhaps the other man was planning a silly prank. It did not seem out of character for the engineer to do so.
Arthur tried his best to keep up with Alfred's pace, but it was a challenge. At first, Arthur had managed a decent pace, but as they got further towards the room, Arthur slowed down. Even Al's reduced pace was a struggle for the pirate. It was even more humiliating to realize that the other man had to hold back for Arthur. Even more determined to show just how fine he was, Arthur sped up. Unfortunately, this only served to undermine his balance.
Arthur faltered, trying desperately to keep his balance. He didn't want to rely on Alfred to help him again, let alone admit that perhaps this peg leg was not as useful as he originally though. No, Arthur would rather blame the lack of practice with it. He just hadn't worked hard enough, and he would be able to practice until everything was fine. He wouldn't need to rely on anyone. He was so close to the control room! He had to make it without falling!
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Alfred nearly choked on his own saliva when Kirkland responded to his teasing, not with an acidic glare or empty death threat, but with a joke of his own. Granted he didn't look too pleased when he said it, but it was a joke nonetheless. He even laughed a little! (Well, more like chuckled, but for Kirkland, that was pretty damn incredible). The engineer stared at the pirate for a long moment before a smile began to tug at his lips. “As expected from a dastardly pirate captain!” He teased dramatically, practically giddy with excitement that the older man was humoring him. Man... he really needed to get out of the control room more if he was starting to enjoy Arthur’s presence.
The engineer shrugged off his own enthusiasm in favor of focusing on more pressing matters at hand. Namely, showing off his new toys. He was about to do just that (and prove once and for all that he was no fool) when Arthur’s last words suddenly processed in his mind. “Wait a minute!” Alfred cried out, whirling around to once again face the older man, eyes wide with realization. “You made it?!” He pulled out the handkerchief and inspected it carefully, looking from it’s neat stitches to Arthur’s face and back again. No freaking way. This had to be a joke. A pirate who liked to embroider? That was too perfect.
Despite how angry he knew the other would get, Alfred couldn’t help but laugh. “You embroider?” He managed to say before slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of his laughter. Kirkland was probably about ready to shoot him for behaving as such, but how could he not?! Here was one of the most infamous pirate captains in the galaxy and what does he like to do to entertain himself? Embroider fancy little patterns on handkerchiefs. Oh lord he was like an old lady or something! Alfred snorted when he pictured the man sipping tea and stitching flowers on a lacy tablecloth. That would be a sight to see.
Alfred’s laughter stopped when he heard the captain falter behind him. “Ah, sorry!” He said, rushing over to once again steady the captain. Probably a dumb move putting himself within punching range after he laughed in the pirate’s face, but he certainly didn’t want him face-planting again. The engineer glanced down at the wooden leg, wincing when he saw how poorly it was designed. It was a wonder Arthur was moving as well as he was to be perfectly honest. “Hey… I know you’re against the idea of using a metal prosthetic and all… but maybe you would let me take a look at the one you have already. I could make a few minor adjustments at the joints if you wanted. It might help with mobility.”
The engineer shrugged off his own enthusiasm in favor of focusing on more pressing matters at hand. Namely, showing off his new toys. He was about to do just that (and prove once and for all that he was no fool) when Arthur’s last words suddenly processed in his mind. “Wait a minute!” Alfred cried out, whirling around to once again face the older man, eyes wide with realization. “You made it?!” He pulled out the handkerchief and inspected it carefully, looking from it’s neat stitches to Arthur’s face and back again. No freaking way. This had to be a joke. A pirate who liked to embroider? That was too perfect.
Despite how angry he knew the other would get, Alfred couldn’t help but laugh. “You embroider?” He managed to say before slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of his laughter. Kirkland was probably about ready to shoot him for behaving as such, but how could he not?! Here was one of the most infamous pirate captains in the galaxy and what does he like to do to entertain himself? Embroider fancy little patterns on handkerchiefs. Oh lord he was like an old lady or something! Alfred snorted when he pictured the man sipping tea and stitching flowers on a lacy tablecloth. That would be a sight to see.
Alfred’s laughter stopped when he heard the captain falter behind him. “Ah, sorry!” He said, rushing over to once again steady the captain. Probably a dumb move putting himself within punching range after he laughed in the pirate’s face, but he certainly didn’t want him face-planting again. The engineer glanced down at the wooden leg, wincing when he saw how poorly it was designed. It was a wonder Arthur was moving as well as he was to be perfectly honest. “Hey… I know you’re against the idea of using a metal prosthetic and all… but maybe you would let me take a look at the one you have already. I could make a few minor adjustments at the joints if you wanted. It might help with mobility.”
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Arthur was surprised that the American had enjoyed his joke so much. It was some simple deadpan humor, and Arthur was half expecting the other man to not get it. "Obviously. Since bullying old women and stealing from children would definitely cement my title as a terrifying pirate," Arthur joked. Surprisingly enough, the pirate did have a sense of humor. It just tended towards gallows humor and dark humor. Of course, what Arthur did not add is that he had quite the weakness for children. He would be more likely to spoil a child with candy than to take it away.
The pirate captain almost let out a sigh of relief when it seemed that the other man had not noticed his earlier admission. Unfortunately, his fears were reignited when the other man began to speak out and even going so far as to laugh at him. Arthur tried to take deep breaths. Embroidery was a perfectly acceptable hobby, especially when one was bedridden and had nothing else to do. It wasn't as if Arthur was a ruthless pirate and nothing more. He hadn't even been raised as a pirate, let alone a captain.
His hand balled into a fist, oh how he wanted to sock the engineer. Or perhaps shoot him, he had threatened that before, hadn't he? Unfortunately, with the other's assistance, Alfred was the only thing keeping Arthur upright. "Embroidery is a perfectly fine hobby, you arse," Arthur snapped, "Perhaps you don't recall those months where I was bedridden? Besides, it requires grace, delicacy, and skill, none of which you have. So kindly shut up."
Arthur felt even more insulted when the other man switched into wanting to help him. "I'm doing just fine. I don't need help. I just haven't practiced enough with this infernal contraption," Arthur shook his head and tried to refuse Alfred's help. It took a lot of energy to not insult Alfred during that refusal, but Arthur was not too keen on being dumped on the floor.
The pirate captain almost let out a sigh of relief when it seemed that the other man had not noticed his earlier admission. Unfortunately, his fears were reignited when the other man began to speak out and even going so far as to laugh at him. Arthur tried to take deep breaths. Embroidery was a perfectly acceptable hobby, especially when one was bedridden and had nothing else to do. It wasn't as if Arthur was a ruthless pirate and nothing more. He hadn't even been raised as a pirate, let alone a captain.
His hand balled into a fist, oh how he wanted to sock the engineer. Or perhaps shoot him, he had threatened that before, hadn't he? Unfortunately, with the other's assistance, Alfred was the only thing keeping Arthur upright. "Embroidery is a perfectly fine hobby, you arse," Arthur snapped, "Perhaps you don't recall those months where I was bedridden? Besides, it requires grace, delicacy, and skill, none of which you have. So kindly shut up."
Arthur felt even more insulted when the other man switched into wanting to help him. "I'm doing just fine. I don't need help. I just haven't practiced enough with this infernal contraption," Arthur shook his head and tried to refuse Alfred's help. It took a lot of energy to not insult Alfred during that refusal, but Arthur was not too keen on being dumped on the floor.
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