The Little Things

🌹Twenty-Eight🌹

     "Come on, Francis! Come here!" Arthur had his arms stretched out towards Francis, who was slowly walking towards him, heavily supporting himself with the wall.

     Francis grabbed onto Arthur's hands and Arthur started supporting him, instead of the wall.

     "Good boy, my Frenchie!" Arthur smiled. "I was thinking, we could go to a park and eat lunch there!"

     Francis grinned, "'kay!"

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     Arthur and Francis sat under a tree. Francis was curled up in Arthur's lap, half asleep.

     "Max!" A random man shouted.

     A German Shepherd ran up to Arthur and Francis.

     Francis opened his eyes and slowly reached out towards the dog. It sniffed his hand before starting to lick it. Francis giggled and looked back at Arthur.

     "It's called a dog, Francis...."

     "Dah! Dah! Dah!"

     Arthur smiled sadly at the Frenchman and ruffled his hair.

     The man who had shouted before came running up to the two men and the dog. He grabbed the dog's collar. "Sorry about that! He doesn't normally do stuff like this!"

     "Oh, it's quite alright," Arthur smiled up at the man.

     "Come on Maxy..." the man mumbled as he walked away with his dog.

     "Dah! Dah!" Francis clapped his hands and giggled.

     "Yep, that was a dog, my Frenchie...." Arthur ruffled Francis' hair. He wrapped his arms around the Frenchman and sighed softly.

     Francis looked at Arthur and tilted his head.

     Arthur kissed Francis' nose. "Why don't we go back home?"

     The blue-eyed man smiled and nodded.