Arthur stood on his tippy toes, bracing himself for impact if he were to fall to the ground, or most likely Francis’s eager stomach. He held the boxes and bags of food, “Y-you’ll get what I can find, alright?” There were cakes, but he didn’t need to know.
He hopped of the chair and grabbed Francis by the wrist, rushing upstairs before any of the nannies slap their hands and take away their treats. Supper was a while a way and they are growing boys! It should be excused every once in a while, but of course Arthur and Francis were not raised to be normal boys.
They were raised with sources and intellect about society that they could easily depict meters away who was a investor and who was a prick with a debt. The boys already had a name for themselves, all they had to do was follow it; but Arthur didn’t want to follow it. He enjoyed fairy cakes, he liked the feeling of going to a flower shop and wasting his time in a book store rather than his mom packaging books for him. God, he just wanted to explore life a little before it was set in stone for him. This is why the party would be good for him, as abrupt and brash they could be, he just wanted some freedom! Freedom to eat sweets and to slack off wouldn’t hurt at all.
Before francis could protest he was being pulled up the stairs, “Arzzhur! slow down! no one saw us!” he scolded, trying to slow the boy down and see what food he carried at the same time.
Francis had always been good at running, but he didn’t see the point if there was nothing to run from. He didn’t run into danger in seek of adventure like other boys did, he was glad for the safety he had in his life. Everything was there when he asked (or rather kicked and screamed until he was appeased). In lower years he had ran from lessons because he didn’t like them, or because the teachers hadn’t liked him, and his mother had never made him go back. His life was laid out before him and it felt safe, he had no desire to run from the security he had. Unless romance pulled him away, that was a different story altogether.
“T-they see everything, but you don’t see them! That’s where they get you.” He assured, closing the door behind them. He came towards the bed and dropped all the packets of sugar filled sweets on the neatly made bed.
“Grab what you like,” Arthur grabbed a little fairy cake and nibbled softly on the sweet thing. Getting some frosting on his nose in the process.
Francis giggled and jumped onto the bed, quickly grabbing a bag of toffees.
“we should hide all of this, Arzzhur, and have a secret stash for when we get hungry, and no one will ever know.” his voice was distorted as he chewed the toffee, “like pirate treasure!”
Arthur swallowed, “And where do you suggest we put them? Underground?”
Francis rolled his eyes, “non, silly” he tried to get a bit of toffee out of his teeth, “maybe under you bed?”
“U-uh no!” Arthur gasped, “Maybe in the closet? A dresser?” Francis cannot know what’s under his bed, it will be to embarrassing.
