[[i missed you too dear]]

[[rp wit me]] 

[[well duhhhhh bro what do you wanna rp?]]

[[/crawls out of the ground]]

[[ hey. ]]

[[poops]]

[[i missed you too dear]]

[Text:] you’re not the only one [Text:] make the most you can out of it. Treat yourself.

[Text]: Yeah, easier said than done

[Text]: Idk, I just don’t feel like I deserve anything right now? I mean, if not even my fiancé can give me a call and wish me a merry christmas, why bother?

[Text:] Stop that. Am I not family to you?

[Text]: You know I didn't mean it like that, of course you're family..

[Text]: It's just kind of a let down when someone who commits to spending a lifetime with you can't even send a greeting your way on a holiday thats meant to be spent with the ones you love...

[Text:] you're not the only one [Text:] make the most you can out of it. Treat yourself.

[Text]: Yeah, easier said than done

[Text]: Idk, I just don't feel like I deserve anything right now? I mean, if not even my fiancé can give me a call and wish me a merry christmas, why bother?

francisleseduisant replied to your post “[ He’s laying on his bed, staring blankly up at his ceiling— He blinks…”

[Text]: what a nice surprise— thanks, same to you :)

[Text]: I hope your day goes a whole lot better than mine

[Text:] what’s wrong???

[Text]: I'm spending Christmas alone again this year... and no one's come looking for me

[Text]: None of my friends, no one in my family, not even my fiancé...

[Text]: It sucks and kinda hurts to think about hahah...

  "Well, I mean, you don’t have to come up here just to kill it, we could hang out after. Maybe get a couple of drinks and order a pizzANDOH MY GOD—”

[ There’s a shriek and a small crash, and Matthew’s end goes quiet— ]

[ But not for long. ]

"A-Anders, PLEASE help me— turns out it’s not actually a spider— like, it looks like one, but it has wings and now it’s on mY CEILING—”

"Why don’t you just leave the roo—?!?!" 

[what the hell is going on over there?]

"if it has wings it may be a bat??" [He yawned against the phone, getting out of bed], "why don’t you call your brother?"

[it’s 2 am he’s tired and just wishing not to move but he is packing in case]

"My place is open concept, there's pretty much only one room aside from the bedrooms and bathrooms-- and b-besides, if I left the room and came back and couldn't find it, I'd have to set my house on fire."

[ He's hiding in his bedroom doorway, ducking slightly behind the frame while hissing into the receiver-- ]

"I did call him, but Alfred's more afraid of bugs than I am -- I-I sent a picture of it to him, he laughed, and told me I was on my own. He hasn't answered my calls or texts since--"

[ He doesn’t answer immediately, but it’s obvious that he’s out of breath. ]

"… Hey, yeah, um—…" [ There’s a rustling sound as he takes himself off of speaker mode, and his voice trembles into the receiver. ]

"There’s a spider… on my wall…

Could you like— catch a flight down here and kill it for me, please— it’s the size of my head and if I look away I know it’s gonna try and murder me—”

[he sits up in bed]

[what…]

"you want me to fly about eleven hours to kill a bug?…"

[he’s actually quiet baffled at this…]

"Hit it with something wooden…"

"Well, I mean, you don't have to come up here just to kill it, we could hang out after. Maybe get a couple of drinks and order a pizzANDOH MY GOD--"

[ There's a shriek and a small crash, and Matthew's end goes quiet-- ]

[ But not for long. ]

"A-Anders, PLEASE help me-- turns out it's not actually a spider-- like, it looks like one, but it has wings and now it's on mY CEILING--"

[ He doesn’t answer immediately, but it’s obvious that he’s out of breath. ]

"… Hey, yeah, um—…" [ There’s a rustling sound as he takes himself off of speaker mode, and his voice trembles into the receiver. ]

"There’s a spider… on my wall…

Could you like— catch a flight down here and kill it for me, please— it’s the size of my head and if I look away I know it’s gonna try and murder me—”

"No no, I don’t mind, really—" [ Matthew shakes his head, sitting up straighter in his chair— ] "You’re actually… helping me out by telling me all of this…" [ There’s a smile, although slight, as Matthew interlaces his fingers— twiddles his thumbs… ]

"I don’t—… really have anyone at home to talk to about these kinds of things, so… It’s nice to have someone here to give me a bit of guidance, y’know?"

"And it’s kinda my fault for bringing up something I rarely talk to anyone about, too, so…”

"…Oh, really? I’m glad I’m doing that, at least."

Arthur looks back down at his menu as the other speaks, glancing up every once in a while to show he was still listening, and then nods, sighing.

"I can agree. I live alone, too, so I had to learn a lot of these things the hard way. People shouldn’t be forced to do that, by the way, learn things the hard way."

"Well, sometimes your words just come out and you can do nothing to stop them, so don’t blame yourself."

[ There's a hum and another nod and Matthew leaves it at that. It's true he didn't talk about such things often, and he remembers now that it's because of how draining it is. He sighs, forces a smile through his gloom and straightens up. ]

"Here, enough of my self-loathing-- let's order. My sweet tooth needs to be fed,"

[ There's a giggle, and Matthew takes his menu into his hands, scanning his options. ]

Belated | Closed RP | oldest RP ever

  [smiles at that,] “oh no the conformity of the Canadian way.” [joking of course]

sure [he nods sitting up straighter, trying to fix his hair a little bit… man he must look like a mess from that little nap of his.] not to much though, probably a spoonful? [he guessed, he wasn’t always one for sugar, he liked milk much better. but that sounded gross with peppermint.]

[ With a playful scorn, Matthew sticks his tongue out at the elder, and pulls a small jar of sugar out of his cabinet. ] “What can I say— we’re crazy about pleasing other people~”

[ As requested, he adds a small spoonful of sugar to the other’s tea, and gives a quick stir to dissolve it. He lifts Anders’ mug in one hand and his own in the other, and joins him at the kitchen table. ]

"So, did you still want to head out for those beaver tails, or did you want to hang out here a little longer? If you wanted, I could just run out and get a few while you caught a couple more hours of sleep—" [ He grins, reaching over and musing up the other’s hair despite his efforts in fixing it. ] 

"You look like you could use them."

[he crosses his legs on the chair as he sits leaning an elbow on the table, his cheek cupped in his own hand]

"Well i don’t know we can go out together can come back with a couple.. aren’t there different flavours or somethi—!!"

[scowls a little bit at the messing up of his precious golden lock and as soon as the other’s hands left his hair his hands flew right to it, trying to fix it again]

"I’ll be find for now and you’re buys it all now cause you touched my hair i hope you know that…"

[ At that, Matthew giggles-- sets both of his elbows on the table and sits his chin in the palms of his hands. He gives a cheeky grin. ] "I was gonna pay anyways, y'know~,"

[ He takes a swig of his tea, humming in content as he swallows-- ]

"Oh, also-- I should probably mention-- I set up the guest room for you. If your feet end up hanging over to bed, you can take my room instead- but just promise you won't go through my stuff,"

Headcannon: Little kid Alfred hears little Mattie call Francis ‘Papa’ so he decides to start doing it. But he can’t pronounce it so it comes out as ‘Pop Pop’. Francis thinks it’s adorable and doesn’t correct him so Alfred continues with it until he’s older when he just calls Francis ‘Pops’.

Give my muse a ridiculous nickname.

[ A nod and a hum follows, Matthew’s eyes slightly downcast towards his menu. ] “Huh… I’ve actually—- never considered that? I guess I’m a little bit of a pushover when it comes to pleasing my friends… I’d sooner conform to their pleasure than trying to get them to acknowledge mine…I don’t like conflict much, so…” 

[ He laughs, albeit weakly, propping his elbow up onto the table and resting his cheek against his palm. ]

"I should really learn how to take care of myself without feeling guilty about it…"

"I suppose I can understand. I used to be that kind of person myself, really - I was very nice to my friends, and I used to let them do what they wanted. It worked between us for a while, and then, there was stuff that was inexcusable…"

He sighs, pressing his hands together as he thinks about how to phrase what he wants to say.

"…I’m just saying, you can fight back now, and no one will judge you for it."

"…of course, you didn’t come here to hear me lecture you about your life choices. I apologise."

"No no, I don't mind, really--" [ Matthew shakes his head, sitting up straighter in his chair-- ] "You're actually... helping me out by telling me all of this..." [ There's a smile, although slight, as Matthew interlaces his fingers-- twiddles his thumbs... ]

"I don't--... really have anyone at home to talk to about these kinds of things, so... It's nice to have someone here to give me a bit of guidance, y'know?"

"And it's kinda my fault for bringing up something I rarely talk to anyone about, too, so..."