(Arthur is Sleeping Beauty 2.0)
Mikhail went over to his house and quietly unlocked the door, sighing in relief when he didn't see his father. He had been planning on going to his bedroom but his legs gave out and he fell asleep on the couch instead.
(Yes. Yes he is.)
Arthur continued to sleep, unconsciously burying himself under the blankets, finding comfort in Mikhail's scent.
(Time skip again because none of them will probably be waking up soon?)
(yeah… have George find him and go from there…)
George woke up and looked around worriedly, had Mikhail been kidnapped again? He better check the house first. He made his way downstairs and saw a body on the couch, making him think of the worst possibilities. He walked over so he could see who was there properly and sighed in relief when he saw Mikhail sleeping peacefully there.
Arthur continued to sleep, more or less burritoed in Mikhail's blankets.
Mikhail almost fell off the couch when he was woken up by George hugging him. "Wha-? What time is it?" He asked, getting into a sitting position as he hugged back.
Arthur slept on, not showing any signs of waking.
"Around 7, why?" George mumbled, pulling away to look at his face. "You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?"
Mikhail shook his head. "No, just tired and hungover." He lied, well, only the first part. He was tired and hungover but he was hurt.
George spluttered. "You, hungover? How much did you drink?" He asked, glaring at him.
"Only a shot or two…"
Arthur rolled over, curling his face into the blankets.
"Whatever, first, answer my question honestly. What the hell happened to Arthur?" George asked quietly, looking at Mikhail.
Mikhail looked confused. "Wait–you saw him? Where is he?" He asked. Did he hear the conversation?
Arthur sighed, burying his face further into the covers.
"In your room," George answered.
And with that, Mikhail took off. He headed upstairs and quietly opened his door, glancing at Arthur.
Arthur was still asleep, and peaceful. For now.
Mikhail quietly shut the door and went over to Arthur, not wanting to scare him or wake him up.
Arthur yawned sleepily, stirring slightly.
"Arthur…?" Mikhail called out softly, wondering if he was properly awake or not.
Arthur stirred again, curling into the blankets with a slight moan.
Mikhail quickly shut up again, quietly watching him. Should I wake him up or not?
Arthur lay still, slipping into asemblance of semi consciousness.
"Arthur?" Mikhail called out a bit louder this time, not sure what he should do.
(Stalk?)
(?)
(I was asking to stalk.)
(Crap sorry, my brain hates me and I thought you were Starry)