Flashing Lights of Blue and Green

"No."

"What?! I didn't even ask, yet!"

"But you were going to."

Alfred pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "C'mon, live a little, Artie!"

"No! I told you, I'm busy," Arthur said indignantly, not even looking up from his laptop screen. "I have three essays and a major presentation due by the end of the week, Alfred. There's no time to waste."

"Not even just a little bit?" Alfred asked.

Arthur said nothing, with the sound of his keyboard replacing what Alfred wished was an enthusiastic, 'Hey, I changed my mind! Let's do it!'

But in what universe could wishes come true?

Alfred whined, griped, then whined some more. He really didn't mean to be acting so childishly, but he couldn't help it. When he wanted something, he wanted something. Although, the means of getting what he wanted could be quite irritating to others at times.

It's not like Alfred didn't understand that his roommate had things to do. They were in university, for God's sake. There was always something to do; whether you like it or not. But what Alfred knew and what Arthur couldn't seem to understand was the fact that sometimes, you just need to take a break.

And what better way to take a break than to engage in an activity that was guaranteed to be both exciting and exhausting for the two?

The activity in question was laser tag, of course.

What else would it be?

Apparently, Alfred was more of a child at heart than he'd like to admit to himself. Laser tag was one of the best parts of his childhood, and he was determined to partake in it even as a 21-year-old man. And, naturally, Alfred hoped to share the fun with his closest friend and roommate, Arthur Kirkland.

Unfortunately for him, Arthur had a giant stick up his ass.

There was also the fact that Arthur had been acting really odd around him for the past few weeks. The Brit would get all flustered at the silliest of things involving Alfred— whether it be the accidental brushing of hands or physical closeness overall. It was getting to the point where Arthur's face seemed to be in a perpetual state of redness if Alfred was nearby. Alfred had theorized that Arthur was sick with something, though the idea was completely rejected by the green-eyed man every time it was brought up (which was actually quite often.)

Sometimes, when he wasn't being strange and awkward, Arthur would just avoid Alfred altogether.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

"You're such an old man, sometimes," Alfred commented, poking his roommate on the cheek playfully.

And, there it was again. Arthur turned bright red and jerked his head to the side, trying to distance himself from Alfred as much as possible without leaving his seat. "S-stop doing things like that, you idiot!"

Alfred's eyes widened in surprise. He was a pretty affectionate person, and his physical affection wasn't restricted to his romantic relationships alone. Arthur had never minded, before.

Or maybe he did?

"Um... sorry, I guess," Alfred apologized, still a little confused. However, it sounded a lot more like a question than a statement.

Arthur stopped typing for a moment; Alfred couldn't exactly tell what he was thinking. The odd flush seemed to leave his cheeks, and his large eyebrows were drawn together in... guilt?