Personality Exchange

The 7th Dream

Alfred's POV

I sat at the couch as I watch Francis and Arthur pack and run about the place. They have told me that Allistor's place were their old house here in America.

Francis told us that they used to live in the neighborhood, but his dad sold it when they went back to France to stay there for good. He only left the nest when he's in college, and then a great opportunity called him towards London, where a famous chef noticed his skill and granted him to become it's apprentice. He met Arthur and Gilbert again there, and then they met Antonio.

Me and Mattie would definitely love to hear more, but some blasted red-head blasted his car's horn, ending the story telling we're having.

I glanced towards the said red-head, Allistor, who's currently tapping his feet on the carpet, looking around the place like those sanitary inspectors in TV.

Out of boredom, and since I'm too lazy to help Artie pack, I started comparing Allistor to Arthur.

First off, of course, there's that huge caterpillar like eyebrows resting above his own set of green eyes. Who wouldn't notice that?

It was like an indicator, a special attraction, a landmark, a warning saying; Exotic and captivating green eyes ahead. Beware.

Though unlike Artie's gems like eyes, his were something like those green fire you'll get in Chemistry lab activity.

Then there's his own messy hair. Though it's a borderline of red and brown, his looks silkier than Artie's, but I would bet that Arthur's hair is softer! Totally approved by me and Francis.

Then unlike Arthur's pale skin, his were a lil' bit tanner. Maybe because he works on the field more, unlike Artie who gets clients the way Sherlock would.

The, I noticed that there's a Celtic knot band tattoo on his wrist. I've remembered Artie's fair share of tattoo.

"Are you checking me out, lad?" Allistor broke my chain of thoughts, raising one of those thick eyebrows at me.

"No, I'm crossing you out." I deadpanned, which made him smirk. "Why would I even do that?"

"You know you like what you see." he p-- did he just purred at me?!

He slouched and sat like a king in the couch with a playful smirk in his lips, challenging me.

"I rather have this body instead." I retaliated as I lifted my leg up to the arm of my couch, the other one was almost touching the floor in its original place, my left elbow resting on the other arm of the couch as I leaned my weight towards it, while my right arm's resting on my stomach. And for the finishing touch, a lazy grin.

This made Allistor's smirk grew wider.

He shifted and unbuttoned two buttons in his light gray shirt, showing moe of his skin, then run his hand in his red locks and smugly smiled.

"I won't lose to a scrawny pale brat." he huskily said.

I shifted back to a sitting position and unbuttoned this damn white shirt off, leaving me in a fitting black sando, showing of Artie's own set of muscles. I slightly spread my legs wider and put my each of my elbows in my legs, the right arm dangling down while my left hand cupped my cheeks.

"Who's the skinny brat no-OUCH!" I've instantly stood and cupped the part where I was smacked, which is my head, and looked for the culprit.

Teary green eyes met the electrifying blue ones, Artie's still holding a rather thick book which I guess is the one he used to hit me. He's face is red either because he's angry or he's embarrassed. Maybe both?