The Little Things

⭐️One⭐️

     Arthur didn't know what had compelled him to push Francis. Neither did he know when that table had been moved to the location that it was in. The one thing he was certain of, was that when Francis' head connected with the table, it wasn't good.

     Francis immediately blacked out, leaving Arthur to stare wide eyed at the Frenchman's limp body.

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     "D*mn you're heavy!" Arthur huffed as he lifted Francis onto the dark green cushions of his couch. He glanced around before grabbing a blanket and draping it over Francis, not really caring if it didn't cover him all the way.

     Arthur looked Francis over before declaring, "I think you'll be fine... probably," and flopping down into an ugly, and much too large, armchair that Francis enjoyed poking fun at (Arthur would always be quick to retaliate, saying that he rather liked it and didn't care what some stupid frog had to say).

     The bushy-browed man sat there for a while. His eyes started fluttering shut and he was soon straining to stay awake. He eventually couldn't manage to keep his eyes open and drifted off to sleep.

Hewwo! I hope that you enjoyed this quick beginning part! I also hope that you enjoyed it so much that you want to keep reading! 

I apologize if I make any mistakes!