Arthur and Mikhail

(Sure, it's your turn)

Arthur flopped down at the table, his stomach was growling but he wasn't sure weather to run off to the woods or raid Mikhail's fridge.

Mikhail managed to stumble down the stairs, wearing a giant grey shirt and black shorts. "Do you want me to make brunch for you?"

Arthur looked up, he still hadn't bothered with his shirt yet, so he was just stuck with his cargo pants. "Yeah.. if you don't mind.." he said sheepishly.

Mikhail chuckled. "It's fine." He walked over to the kitchen to start making food. "What do you want?"

"Anything is fine.." said Arthur, "I'm honestly starving, so I'd eat anything…"

"Okay then, I'll just make something quick." Mikhail mumbled, quickly making some food as he hummed a song he knew.

Arthur watched him shyly, shivering a little at the thought of his touch.
Loverboy idiot….

Mikhail kept cooking, realizing he should probably tell someone he wasn't going to be coming today. I'll do it after I eat.

Arthur watched him for awhile longer.. "So…. uhm… what do you think… about us…."

Mikhail looked up when he heard Arthur start talking, his face instantly turning pink. "Oh-that-umm….well…I think we're a couple….If you're okay with that."

"Yeah.. I love that Idea actually…" said Arthur shyly, confused as to why he was being so skittish.

"That's good." Mikhail replied, looking back to see if the food was done yet or not.

Arthur wanted to say more, but his voice had died in his throat.

Mikhail quickly put some food on two plates after it was done then handed one plate to Arthur.

Arthur took it gladly, smiling as he forced himself to eat slowly rather than wolfing it down.

Mikhail quietly ate, looking out the window and at Arthur every so often.

Arthur watched him, feeling tension grow by the second…

Mikhail didn't know what to do and blankly stared out the window. There were a few people roaming around but that was it.

"So…. what do we do now?" asked Arthur quietly.

"I don't know." Mikhail answered, putting his plate in the sink.

Arthur followed suit, then headed into the living room to grab his hirt and pull that on, "Well… I'm..I'm just a rogue and.. uhm…" He trailed off… not knowing where he was going with that.

"And…?" Mikhail gently asked, looking a bit confused.

"I don't know where I was going with that…" Arthur facepalmed, realizing he had no clue how to go forward with that.

Mikhail chuckled. "It's okay."

Arthur smiled, half laughing at his own idiocy…

Mikhail wrapped his arms around Arthur from behind, resting his head on his shoulder.

Arthur smiled, leaning back in Mikhail's grip, "How was I lucky enough to meet you?"

"I don't know, but I'm gad you did." Mikhail mumbled, kissing his cheek.

Arthur almost melted leaning back into Mikhail.