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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 19, 2011 23:32:43 GMT -5
Alfred was the one who suggested it.
The quartet of students had been in the dorm lounge, as per usual. It was almost what would be considered the time they should be going to bed, and they were mostly minding their own business. Alfred was preoccupying himself with Tetris, and, for the second time that day, taking a crack at beating his twin’s high score. Arthur had been reading something or other, something with far too much text for Alfred’s tastes, along with gradually drinking a cup of tea Matt had brought out for him. Matt was sipping the tea he’d made for himself and Sven, nestled comfortably against him, seemed to be dozing off. It was an average evening.
This being said, Alfred’s offer was primarily off impulse, and he was only being half serious at the time. He didn’t really know what possessed him to make the offer in the first place, but disregarding why, he suddenly sprung up with the proposal: “We should go on a double date sometime!”
.. Admittedly, he might have known why he made the offer, and it might not have been all off impulse. It could have been the fact that he'd been struggling to ask Arthur if they could go somewhere for a while and ended up failing horribly each and every time out of nervousness. When it came right down to it, he'd never been on an actual date before, and he was scared stiff at the idea of messing it up. When he thought of his brother and even Sven being there with him, it seemed just a bit easier, not to mention more animated and hopefully less awkward. Alfred never dealt well with awkward.
Regardless, like one might be right to anticipate as a result after anyone hears one of the American’s potentially crazy ideas or schemes, there were mixed reactions from the others. Oddly enough, after a bit of discussion, it somehow turned into an actual plan. They’d debated back and forth on where to go, of course, Alfred’s numerous ideas for fast food chain restaurants having been shot down on the spot, and one way or another, they settled on horseback riding.
Though he had been sulking over everyone’s vehement disagreement in response to his suggestions, he perked up considerably at the final decision. The blond had a bit of an unconfessed love for horses, after all. That aside, he hadn’t been horseback riding since he was little boy. He couldn’t help but jump at the idea of doing it again.
He also jumped at the fact that he didn’t pause his game, afterward spastically trying to diminish the wall that had built itself up while he wasn’t paying attention, but that’s beside the point.
And so, here he was less than a week later, holding his boyfriend’s hand, following Matt and Sven’s lead to the train station. It was a gorgeous day, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. It was perfect weather for horseback riding, much to the blond’s delight and excitement, which, for the record, was as clear as the day was.
In retrospect, all he really knew about the particular place they were visiting was that, for one, his brother and Sven worked there, and two, it was on what could be considered the outskirts of town. His information surplus was just as vague and limited as always, but this didn’t keep his excitement at bay. In fact, it only seemed to encourage it. He was dead set on having a good time, having a good time with Arthur, and of course, Matt and Sven.
The moment the station was finally in clear line of vision, his wide smile broke out into a grin.
“C’mon, let’s go, let’s go!” Alfred exclaimed, tugging Arthur along past the Canadian and Swede, unable to restrain himself at this point. “You guys, pick up the pace! I mean, seriously! There’s horses waiting for us to ride ‘em, and you’re walking all slow like we’re going to school, or something!”
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 20, 2011 0:07:13 GMT -5
When Arthur awoke that morning, the first thing he thought was that he had many, many things to do.
As a student, he had assignments to complete, essays to write, and studying to do. As the student council president, he had club budgets to review, events to plan, and rules to uphold. As a boy gifted with a Persona, he had an aim that needed to be sharpened, and some more bullets to purchase. As himself, he had books to read, tea to drink, a guitar to play, and...
"C'mon, let's go, let's go!"
...evidently, a boyfriend to please.
Not that he was complaining, of course. He'd been wanting to go on a date with Alfred for some time now, but... well, it was actually much harder than it should've been. If he wasn't busy being engrossed in a book, then Alfred was playing some game or another. If Alfred was, for once, detached from a game console of some sort, then Arthur was distracted with making sure he was on top of his schoolwork. And to make it worse, during the rare times that they were both free, Arthur would immediately struggle to think of a place Alfred would like. Watching a movie and eating afterwards seemed too cliché, and... ugh, those terrible films that Alfred liked were so terrible that they nearly gave him headaches.
So this date... this double date, to be precise, was actually perfect. He could hear his fairies trying to sneakily follow them, giggling and chattering in the language that was purely their own. (And for once, he was so content that he couldn't turn around to tell them to go away.) They spoke of how the unicorns had stayed far behind, visibly jealous that Arthur would go ride horses instead of majestic beings such as themselves.
Arthur sighed, speeding up a little to keep up with Alfred as they approached the train station. The American's enthusiasm was perhaps one of the most contagious things to ever affect mankind, because he really couldn't keep a small, albeit exasperated, smile off his lips as they went along.
"Slow down, Alfred," he chided, glancing back at Matthew and Sven as he was tugged along. "We might have to wait a few minutes once we get there, anyway. The train's not due to arrive for another ten minutes."
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Apr 20, 2011 2:19:20 GMT -5
For the first time in far, far too long, Berwald was excited. They were going to ride horses. Finally, finally a touch of home. His job was one thing; no matter the quaint village surroundings, he was still trapped in the forge all day, the scent of the smoke not able to completely obscure the fumes of the city. The ranch, though...the ranch was far off. A train's ride away. Maybe there he might be able to reconnect with the earth, and with himself.
Because of this, the spring in his step would have rivaled Alfred's had Berwald not possessed the self-control that he did. As it was, however, his hand was linked with his mate's, and his lips were tugged into a perpetual if small smile as they continued along.
He actually laughed as Al pulled ahead. Aloud. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done that. But then, he couldn't remember the last time he was this happy, either.
It had been far, far too long.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 20, 2011 15:10:52 GMT -5
How he had gotten into this, Matthew had no clue. But, he didn't hate it one bit. In fact, he was rather excited and happy about it. The blond had been struggling painfully to muster up the courage to ask Sven out on a date. Far to nervous and never knowing how to do so. The last time, he managed to get out 'D' before becoming flustered and just stopping there.
So, when Alfred had proposed a double date, it was just too perfect for words!
It was a stroke of luck, really and the Canadian was extremely excited to be able to go riding for once. His job required him to only take care of the horses at the faire and he was never actually able to ride them.
So, here he was, walking down the street towards the train station. One hand in his pocket and the other holding his boyfriend's hand. Matthew was a mix of emotions: He was nervous beyond believe, and a little embarrassed. All the same, he wanted to run around like his brother and show off his excitement for the trip.
Instead, the Canadian just swung the arm which was holding the others hand to and fro' slightly. It wasn't in an obvious fashion, but it was there all the same. Matthew just couldn't help himself, he hadn't seen Sven this happy in a long time.
As Alfred pulled Arthur along in front of them, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Though, he stopped when he heard Sven's laughter. He hadn't heard the taller male laugh like that before and it only made his smile that much brighter.
Matthew quickened their pace, not quite running, but excitement and happiness now getting the better of him. And before he knew it, he was tugging Sven along as well.
"W-we can't let them get too far ahead. Alfred might do something stupid." he teased and chuckled quietly. [/blockquote]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 21, 2011 8:35:38 GMT -5
He heard what Arthur was telling him, and it made complete logical sense, but even so, Alfred was completely beyond that kind of logical sense at the moment.
Not that he paid much attention to logic or even sense to begin with, but regardless.
The blond was too busy grinning ear to ear, looking nothing short of a child running downstairs to see what wonders had been left under the tree on Christmas morning. In fact, his train of thought at the moment was just as simple as the child’s would be in that situation, something so simple as, There are horsies and we have to get on the train at that train station over there to ride them!, and it would likely remain that way all throughout the excursion, that is, until they were actually at the ranch, and then it would undoubtedly be something along the lines of, I’m riding a horsie, oh man, this is gonna’ be my Facebook display picture!
He didn’t even comment on Matt’s teasing—which he actually heard, perhaps due to the fact that by now, he was so used to his brother being so quiet and had sort of developed something resembling a keen sense for his voice—whereas he usually would have and retorted with a pout and something exasperated and potentially whiny.
Right now, however, he couldn’t care less. He simply settled for laughing heartily and continuing at his fast and excited pace, all the while still pulling Arthur along.
“But Arthur, horses!” Alfred continued to usher on as they drew nearer.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 23, 2011 12:32:17 GMT -5
"Yes, I know," Arthur replied, surprisingly not all that exasperated as he followed along. Actually, he was actually quite excited as well; he was just containing it better than his boyfriend. "They'll be there regardless of whether or not we run, Alfred."
If they were going somewhere else, Arthur probably would've left it at the 'I know'. But it was horseback riding, and that... kind of made all the difference. Yes, he was excited, and yes, he was looking forward to getting there sooner rather than later, but... at the same time, he was worried. Was riding horses different from riding unicorns? He hoped not. He'd never ridden a normal horse before, and didn't really look forward to any possible embarrassment that would result from his inexperience. (Especially because Alfred would be there. He could handle being embarrassed in front of Matthew, but his twin? Not so much.)
Nevertheless, it wasn't too long before the group reached the train station. Arthur forced down his anxiety (for now) and looked back to make sure that Matthew and Sven hadn't fallen too behind.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Apr 24, 2011 16:46:56 GMT -5
Berwald let himself be pulled, his smile widening at the increase in speed. He'd have to repay Alfred for this sometime; this was probably going to be the best thing he'd done since coming to America. He missed the horses from home, and didn't get to interact with the horses at the faire - the stablemaster was fairly unpleasant, and tended to discourage practically anyone from going near them. That couldn't be good for them; horses were living things, and social ones at that. They needed to be talked to, at least.
Today, though, they'd be doing better. They'd be riding them. And hang the stablemaster's rules - he would be riding bareback, just like at home. As far as he could, as far as he wanted.
Of course, he'd still save time for Matthew later. He just needed to get this out of the way first. He honestly didn't understand what all the fuss about this date business was anyway. There was a date every day.
He stretched a bit as they approached the station, clutching his mate's hand a little tighter before letting go, and sat on one of the benches to await the train. Unlike Alfred, in all his exuberance, Berwald could wait a few more minutes, and simply contented himself to watch the others for now.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 27, 2011 17:50:31 GMT -5
Matthew just continued to pull Sven along gently, his excitement was getting the better of him. He was looking forward to this that much. It was almost too perfect for words.
When they were all finally standing on the platform awaiting for the train, Matthew watched as Sven sat down on a nearby bench. There was more than one reason why this excursion proved to be perfect. He could only remember the night too clearly when Sven had asked him to show him how to live in this world. And the only thing Matthew could have thought of to help was to take him out towards the country side.
He smiled at him before going over to one of the ticket machines resting against one of the walls. Matthew pressed a few buttons and looked around on the menu screen, finding the right destination and the tickets that they needed. He put in a few bills and the machine spat out four tickets for their trip.
Returning back to the group, he went around and passed them out to everyone, "Y-you might need these." he chuckled. Eventually making his way to back to Sven and sitting down next to him with a plop, waiting for the train to come along. [/blockquote]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 28, 2011 17:03:59 GMT -5
“You don’t know that, dude!” Alfred defended in response to Arthur’s previous affirmation, looking a bit surprised. “What if World War VII suddenly breaks out?”
Also, for the record, a seventh World War made total sense, at least to the American. It would simply be one so epic that, in the naming process, it would skip over the other four that would have happened prior to it.
Moments after the other duo caught up, Alfred watched as his brother walked off to the ticket machines before he followed suit and plopped down on the same bench as Sven had, a bit of a distance away so as to leave room for Arthur and Matt on both sides. When he was situated, he grasped his boyfriend’s hand in both of his, ushering for him to sit by his side with the most blissful of smiles.
Afterward, when Matt wandered back over to the group with everyone’s tickets, he reached up to accept his, chirping a delighted, “Thanks, bro!” and momentarily stored it away in his bomber jacket’s pocket. With a contented sigh, he reserved himself to awaiting the train’s imminent but not imminent enough arrival. Not that any kind of patience would be exhibited.
“Horses, horses, horses.” He was chanting enthusiastically to himself, somewhat hushed, but with just as much, if not, more zeal as before, now practically bouncing up and down in his eagerness.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 30, 2011 4:26:56 GMT -5
Arthur raised an eyebrow, once again struck by Alfred's almost utterly childish imagination. "World War III hasn't even begun, Alfred," he said. "I highly doubt we'll be alive by the time the seventh one strikes. In fact, I highly doubt anyone would survive up to that point."
Nevertheless, his insistence on getting such things right was quickly forgotten when Alfred grasped both of his hands. Arthur found himself reddening slightly despite himself, and gave his boyfriend's hands a brief squeeze before sitting down beside him. He leaned a little against the other, growing comfortable when there was no one to scrutinize him other than Sven and Matthew. (It'd be alright, to show just... this little bit of weakness, right?)
Despite that train of thought, Arthur flinched away when Matthew came back, almost embarrassed to have been caught in such a position, small as it was. "Thank you, Matthew," he said, and mentally made a note to buy the tickets for the way back. The Englishman similarly stored it away in his pocket before tentatively relaxing again.
"Hush, Alfred," he gently chided, lightly jabbing his boyfriend to stop the chants of 'horses'. "We'll get there soon enough."
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on May 5, 2011 3:24:19 GMT -5
Berwald adjusted his glasses before taking the...paper? Plastic? What was this made of, anyway? Discreetly, the Swede gave the ticket a light sniff, slipping an arm around his mate's waist as the other sat down, offering the Canadian a contented smile before looking over at the other pair. Of course, he made certain to look only with his eyes so as not to startle Arthur into uncomfortableness. It was good to see the English boy so relaxed for once, so open. Alfred seemed to have that effect on folk; his smile was infectious. If he didn't have Matthew he might even be a little jealous.
At the thought of his mate, Berwald's eyes redirected themselves to one of their favourite hobbies - namely, drinking in each detail of Matthew Williams. His glasses had a nasty habit of getting broken, so he wanted to remember everything for a time he couldn't see it. So, anytime he could, he watched the other.
Today, though, he had to admit he was likely to be somewhat distracted. After all...horses.
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Post by Matthew Williams on May 13, 2011 12:18:06 GMT -5
"D-don't mention it." Matthew smiled at the pair, half as a 'you're welcome' and the other half at the sight of Alfred and Arthur together.
While the American was perfectly fine with public display of affection; Matthew got the sense that it was not always so with Arthur. In a way, the Englishman always seemed to get flustered or pull away when someone was in the direct vicinity. To see the two being open, it made the Canadian's heart melt a little.
"Ticket booth s-said it would be about ten minutes before the t-train arrives."
Matthew leaned onto Sven when he felt the arm around him, sinking into the familiarity of it all. Really, the Canadian didn't even notice the other looking over him. Just so content with the situation and relaxing.
In fact, the only problem Matthew could foresee with this trip is the stable-master being at the ranch. And inwardly, he was a bit worried about him. The man was not the most pleasant person and the Canadian wished to not deal with him on a beautiful day such as this. They had already gotten approval, so there wasn't much objecting the man could do. But, the man was still technically his supervisor. [/blockquote]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on May 20, 2011 20:02:44 GMT -5
“But you don’t know that, Art. It’s just like an alien invasion or a zombie apocalypse! It could happen! Oh, and when it does, you’ll all be thankful that I prepared ahead of time.” Alfred replied excitedly.
Grinning and having had his useless pride over all the time invested in his ‘zombie fort’ back home renewed—which was really just a bunch of stray pieces of cardboard he had nailed together when he was nine—the American continued to jitter about where he sat, completely and utterly incapable of diminishing or at least concealing his excitement. Then again, Alfred never had been the type to tone down his emotions for any reason.
He pouted faintly when Arthur shushed him with a light jab, slumping just slightly. In seconds, however, he was beaming once again, reaching to take a gentle hold of the hand his boyfriend had been poking at him with. “Okay, okay.” He snickered.
What with having to be at least somewhat quiet, he quickly grew bored with counting the seconds until the train arrived in his head and settled on taking in his surroundings. He hadn’t been to the train station since he first arrived, so it was a little nostalgic. He almost laughed at the not so far off memory and sought out his brother in the corner of his eye, his smile widening just slightly when he caught sight of Sven’s arm draped around his waist.
Alfred really couldn’t express in words just how happy he was for his younger twin.
Averting his gaze and at first admiring the sight of his and Arthur’s fingers enlaced below, he looked up once again to impatiently watch for the train. The blond fingered the ticked in his pocket with his unoccupied hand, resisting on blaring out with ‘The song that gets on anybody’s nerves’ and instead letting himself relax against the Englishman beside him. He could deal with some silence, he figured, especially if the others were content with it. After all, he’d have plenty of time throughout the duration of their excursion to be as loud as he wanted, and did he plan to be loud, namely when he was riding the horse. Alfred didn’t care if the three got embarrassed and pretended not to know him, and in Matt’s case, not to be related to him. He was going to be shouting, ‘yee-haw’ and ‘get along, little doggies’ at the top of his lungs, and no one could say or do anything to change his mind.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 4, 2011 18:27:22 GMT -5
Arthur sighed, partially giving up on calming down his overly excited boyfriend. "And what, pray tell, do you consider to be preparations?" he asked, humoring the lad while they all waited for the train to come. "You're not even of age to possess firearms, and I doubt anyone short of those with access to nuclear weaponry would be able to stave off an alien invasion."
He grew quiet, though, when Alfred held his hand, blushing just the tiniest bit as he interlaced their fingers together. His thumb gently caressed Alfred's hand as he visibly relaxed, even daring to brush his lips by Alfred's cheek. "How long has it been since you last rode a horse?"
It was a secret he considered to be kept well-hidden, but the truth was that Arthur actually enjoyed the sound of Alfred's voice. It was pleasant, with a level of boyish charm that he just couldn't resist. (Oh, and that American accent... how could he resist that?) And besides, Alfred almost always sounded happy, and that... just made Arthur feel happy, too. He even dared to say that it energized him somewhat, especially when he was feeling a little tired.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jun 5, 2011 18:04:03 GMT -5
Keeping an ear on the conversation, Berwald looked up and around, listening for any other sounds that happened to be floating around. There were birds, of course, sounding easily as cheerful as Alfred (though thankfully there were no ducks in that mix). Running water somewhere, probably not a stream. He wondered if there were any good fishing spots nearby. The market fish were nothing compared to a fresh kill no matter how early he got up to go there.
That of course, led him to another question, his brow furrowing in thought. "S'there any hunt'n ranges 'round here?" It would do him well to get out into a wood, bring home some real food, maybe even sometime take one of the others out with him.
Not Alfred, he thought with a very slight smile; cheerful as he was he was much too noisy. Arthur didn't seem to have the patience, and Berwald wasn't too sure how either of them would feel about bringing down a beast, food or no food. Matthew, although quiet, was certain to be against it. Kind of a shame, he thought. Maybe someone else would be interested.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jun 15, 2011 14:40:00 GMT -5
Matthew chuckled at the banter between Alfred and Arthur. It still somewhat surprised the Canadian how well the Englishman was able to counter Alfred's somewhat silly conversations. Often times, he found it hard himself to keep up and Matthew would usually give up and let Alfred have his way.
Though, he thought that the term most used for someone like that was a 'buzzkill'. The blond merely continued to smile to himself at this, just continuing to think about how the two worked so well together.
He was snapped out of his thoughts, and turned his attention to Sven. A somewhat frown on his face at the mention of hunting. But, he thought for a moment anyway. "M-might want to ask when we get to the ranch, t-they should know."
Matthew did not agree with a lot of things, hunting being one. Sure, the Canadian enjoyed his fair share of fishing, but the thought of hurting deer, bear, rabbits... the thought somewhat disturbed him. Even though he knew hunting was a sport played the world over, it was still an unsettling one to Matt.
It wasn't until he derailed himself from thinking about hunting, that he realized he had been staring at Sven the entire time.
"F-forgot to ask, d-do we know what we are going to do besides r-ride horses?" he asked timidly, shaking his head an willing away his embarrassment.
While he was looking forward to riding horses (if not a bit nervous,) he didn't expect the whole group to trek around the entire day. What else was there they could do while they were out on the trail, he wondered. [/blockquote]
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jun 24, 2011 9:17:31 GMT -5
“Zombie fort!” Alfred chirped, leaving the other to wonder or maybe not after his limited reply.
He couldn’t help the way his face was suddenly dusted with the slightest tint of pink when the other actually kissed his cheek. Could that even be considered a kiss? It was the lightest brush of his lips, but even so, they were in public. He couldn’t usually get much out of Arthur save for holding hands when they were in public, maybe even a brief peck if they were leaving each other’s company.
The American almost laughed out loud when he realized how much he was working himself up over the small not even kiss on the cheek and flashed his boyfriend a bashful smile, leaning in briefly to return the almost kiss on the Englishman’s cheek.
“Huh.. that’s a good question.” Alfred wondered, quirking an eyebrow. “Yo, Matt, weren’t we like, eight last time we went, or something?” He inquired, momentarily looking to his brother for confirmation. His smile widened just slightly as he took to brushing his finger across Arthur’s knuckle. “How ‘bout you? You ever been horseback riding?”
At that moment, he glanced towards the tracks, curious to see if the train had come yet, but predictably and much to his disappointment, it still hadn’t, so he directed his attention back to the others. His disappointment didn’t last long, however.
“We could always grab some ice cream on the way back!” The blond offered excitedly, because ice cream is always the best option. Next to burgers, of course, but he figured the others were more likely to agree to ice cream than fast food.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 27, 2011 6:19:15 GMT -5
Arthur felt his lips twitch into a small smile upon seeing Alfred's own. (He'd never admit it, but the lad was far too adorable to handle, at times. All the exasperation at his harebrained ideas were most definitely worth it.)
"No, I can't say I have," Arthur replied honestly. (Because at least then he'd have an excuse as to why he'd have troubles getting on the blasted animal. And besides, horseback riding wasn't something that all people knew how to do, so he wouldn't get ridiculed... right...?) "I've lived and remained deep within the cities for a majority of my life." (Though, he had ridden in a carriage before, if that counted as anything. Most likely not.)
At the suggestion of ice cream, Arthur actually found himself agreeing. Though he'd done well to keep it hidden (or so he believed), he'd been having a bit of a sweet tooth as of late. (Though, if it went unnoticed, it was probably because his desserts never came out looking as sweet as they should've. They still tasted amazing, though.) "Ice cream sounds brilliant, but I do believe Matthew was looking for an activity that lasted much longer than five minutes."
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jul 2, 2011 20:23:40 GMT -5
Berwald leaned forward a little bit, face crinkling into a thoughtful frown. What could they do besides riding horses? ...As if he, at least, wanted to do anything other than riding horses. Hmm. There were plenty of things to do outdoors.
"We c'ld play hide 'n' seek," he offered, pushing his glasses up with a finger as he continued to think. "'r tag, 'r somethin' like that." He hoped they didn't think him too childish -- well, Matthew and Arthur, anyway; he was sure Alfred would be all for the thought. But just thinking of all the open space, being around some of his closest friends, made him feel a lot more energetic than he normally did. More free, one could say.
Even at the faire, everything in the city was just too crowded for him. Too choked. Some days he felt as if he could drown from the sheer concentration of people, all crammed into gray boxes along black grids of sameness. The sight was uncomfortable, not to mention the smell.
His friends, though, were a breath of fresh air. Even with all the garbage the lot of them had to go through, he was more than glad to have them, especially on a day like today.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Jul 21, 2011 2:09:12 GMT -5
Matthew looked over to his brother with a bright smile, "W-wasn't that a given? W-what is a day without ice-cream!" he let out, excitedly; almost a little too excited. If it was one thing the Canadian could agree on, it was ice-cream. The frosted treat was quite simply a staple to any and every trip ever. He couldn't remember there ever being a time that Alfred and himself went out where they weren't offered ice-cream and one point or another.
But, he nodded at Arthur. He did mean something a bit more...time consuming. The horses would need their own break sometimes and there were bound to be times where they would just be sitting down for a break.
He did not, however, think that Sven would ever suggest games. And it made the kid in Matthew go crazy. How long had it been since he'd played hide and seek or tag with other people? Quite possibly, it was in Elementary school. After looking a bit perplexed at the proposal, his lips curled back up into a smile as his gaze fell back on Sven. "S-sounds like fun, b-but, I also..." he started, not finishing his sentence and pulling the backpack off his back.
Opening it up, he revealed many bags of treats, fruit, sandwiches and a few juice boxes. "T-thought we could go on a l-little picnic." he stated, before closing the bag once more and placing it in front of him instead of back on his back.
This was a day he wanted to remember and he wanted to make sure that everything was taken care of properly. In the distance, he could hear the train approaching. [/blockquote]
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