The Little Things

⭐️Fifteen⭐️

     Francis poked his head into the bathroom.

     Arthur turned around and screeched, waving his arms around to cover every bare inch of skin on his body. "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

     Francis quickly backed up and crawled away.

     Arthur's face was bright red and he sighed. "So much for showering in peace...."

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     When Arthur got out of the bathroom, he found Francis, rolling around on the bed and pulling on his shirt. He sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Francis...."

     Francis immediately sat up and looked at Arthur, who walked over and sat down on the bed.

     "Leave your shirt alone, Frenchie."

     Francis huffed quietly and pushed Arthur over.

     "What was that for?!" Arthur sat up, just to be pushed over again. "Really...?"

     The Frenchman gently picked up Arthur's head and rested it in his lap. He smiled down at the green-eyed man.

     "Francis...?"

     "Hmm...?"

     "You are so cute."

     Francis stuck his tongue out at Arthur.

     "You just made yourself cuter... so if that was your goal, you have achieved it."

     Francis' eyes sparkled and he placed a hand on Arthur's chest. "Beautiful! Beautiful Art!"

     "I- em... shut up...." Arthur scowled and crossed his arms.

     Francis giggled and patted Arthur's face.