whAT TGE FRICK (A Spinoff of The Rain's Sentinel)

Chapter 4

     "(y/n)?" Francis called, "Where did you go?"

  He hadn't seen you in a few hours and was getting worried. After looking around the living room and calling up the stairs, the male found you curled up under the couch as usual. "Are you okay?" He asked gently, patting your small head with his finger. You opened your eyes and narrowed them at him. "You've just been laying under here all day. Is something wrong?" Francis asked. You mewed and pushed his finger away with your paw, and he frowned. "I don't know what that means." He sighed. You mewed again. "Do you want to watch TV with me?" The blonde asked, gasping in over exaggerated happiness. You shook your head and tucked your head between your paws to go back to sleep. 

   "Too bad!" Francis grinned, gently grabbing you and pulling you out from under the couch while you growled irritably. "Chill, you're fine." He said, setting you on the couch next to him as he sat down and grabbing the remote. You put your chin on your paws and sighed as you looked at the TV with mild interest. "Let's see." Francis muttered, flipping through the channels while you closed you eyes. He settled on a random talk show, the introduction theme blaring quietly. 

"Give a round of applause for Panic! At the Disco's, the one and only, Brendon Urie!"

  Your head snapped up to attention at the host's announcement as Brendon walked on from back stage and took a seat beside his desk. Francis glanced at you and smirked. "You like this guy?" He asked. You mewed without even looking at him as you watched the TV intently. 

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Francis: Does your daughter per chance like panic at the disco?

Arthur: Yes, why?

Francis: A guy from it is on TV and she's more excited than i've ever seen her.

Arthur: The only thing I know about it is that there's only one remaining guy in the band. (y/n)'s really into it though.

Francis: I don't blame her I mean have you seen the guy

Francis: His jawline has more structure than my life

Arthur: That's probably part of why she likes the band so much, ha.

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     Alfred hummed as he jogged up the stairs to his brother's apartment. "Arthur?" He called, knocking loudly on the door. The aforementioned Brit opened the door and gazed at Alfred tiredly. "Hey, bro!" Alfred said cheerily. Arthur's face was pale, and he was in flannel pajama pants and an old t-shirt as opposed to his regular fancy clothes. "...You okay? You called in sick to work today." Alfred asked when his brother just stared at him without saying anything. "I'm... tired. I'm fine." Arthur muttered, beginning to close the door. "Nope." Alfred stated, extending his arm to keep the Brit from closing the door, "What's wrong? You're super pale dude."

  "I'm fine." Arthur glared, "Just a little ill. I didn't wanna get anyone else sick."

  "Fine, fine. Where's (y/n)?" Alfred smiled, poking his head in the house. "She's not here!" Arthur exclaimed angrily, then calmed down as he nervously continued, "She's, uh, at Emil's."

  "She never lets you out of her sight when you're sick." Alfred said in matter-of-fact tone. "She's studying. For a big test or something. With Emil. He has the test too." Arthur said quickly. "You're really on edge, man. Is she okay?" The American said as he narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. "She's... fine. Good day." Arthur stated, straining to shut the door despite Alfred's grip on it. "Alright, c'mere." Alfred sighed, hoisting the shorter Brit over his shoulder. "Hey!" Arthur screamed, slamming Alfred's back with his fists, "lemme go!"