forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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At least he can run while drunk. Mikhail thought before making sure Arthur hadn't fallen over while running before heading to the bar.

Arthur ran off into the woods, just barely avoiding a fall the first few times before tripping and falling flat on his face where he kinda knocked himself unconscious.

(Way to go Arthur)

Mikhail quietly walked into the bar before quickly cleaning everything up and getting ready to closing the bar.

Arthur lay there, completely unconscious where he'd fallen, pale, and drenched in a cold sweat as if he was having a nightmare.

Mikhail closed the bar before walking into a house next to it just to be tackled to the floor with his arms pinned to his side. "What took you so long?! I was so worried! I demand an answer now!" His dad yelled, a worried look on his face as he held Mikhail down on the floor. Mikhail squeaked in surprise when he was tackled to the ground and stared at his father. "I-um-t-there was a guy who stayed for a long time and I didn't want to force him to leave or anything like that. Also, can you let go of my arms? You're going to break them if you do this every time I come home."

(OOF…..)
Arthur ended up twisting into a ball, he was still asleep, and his thoughts, whatever they were, were blurred by alcohol. The nightmares continued, his face etched with fear.

(Lol)

"Fine, but you better not be late next time or I actually just might break your arms." Mikhail's dad warned with a slight laugh before getting off Mikhail. "It's your turn tomorrow anyway so I couldn't care less." Mikhail retorted before getting up and flopping down on the couch.

Arthur moaned, fear etched in his face as the nightmares continued.

"Do you think he's gonna come back tomorrow?" George (Mikhail's dad) asked. "Maybe, said he lived in the woods so not sure," Mikhail answered from the couch. "Move over," George asked as he stood in front of Mikhail, waiting for him to move over. Mikhail groaned before moving over after a few moments.

Arthur slept fitfully, and would be tired as well as having to deal with a hangover tomorrow.

(Oki then)

Mikhail had ended up sleeping on the couch since his dad's snoring didn't let him sleep at all. George was still sleeping upstairs, snoring rather loudly as he sprawled out over the bed. Mikhail slowly woke up when he heard something and realized it was his dad snoring, he groaned loudly before going upstairs with a pillow in his hand. "Stop snoring will you!" He complained, throwing the pillow at him before heading downstairs to make breakfast for both of them.

Arthur suddenly woke up bolting to his paws in a subconscious shift. shaking himself he immediately regretted it and sat down again, shifting to human form and curling his knees to his chest and burying his head in his arms in pain, fear, and tears.
(My poor broken boi…)

Mikhail hummed a random song as he started cooking. The windows were closed as the light filtered in and filled the house with light. It was still pretty early so most people were probably asleep now.

Arthur quivered, trying to shove the memories back down. Unfortunately that was futile cause they just flooded his vision instead.

Mikhail finished making breakfast and sat down in a chair as he quietly ate, wondering when his dad was going to wake up. George had been awake for a while now but he kept trying to go back to sleep until he smelled food. George then walked downstairs and looked around for the source and saw Mikhail eating. "Hey, Mikhail."

Arthur sat there for what seemed an eternity before getting to his feet and stumbling to the river. falling to his knees he dunked his head in.

Mikhail turned around and smiled at his dad. "Oh, hey. When did you wake up?" He asked, getting up and going into the kitchen so he could heat the food he had made for his dad. George yawned. "I was awake for a while but I wanted to sleep until I smelled food so I came downstairs."

Spluttering as he pulled his head out of the ice cold water, he moaned a little as his head ached with both a hangover and brain freeze.