[CLOSED] The King and his Consorts.

"No we couldn't. Because I am playing it. It is needed for entertainment. Because he has a fainting habit." comes the replies to the questions, saying afterward, "Now you can either stay and ruin my gift, or wait until after it is done."

"Wake him up.."Arthur gestures to the passed out guy on the floor. "..Gift?"

"Ain't nobody sleepin'. All aboard the shipping ship of ships shipping ships ships..." Aphelion growled.

"Sometimes I wonder why I even try with you Aoife," Arthur mutters under his breath, ignoring the jabbering drunk man on the floor.

"That is all you say, gets redundant after a while Arth. And gift for your birthday." Comes the somewhat annoyed reply, moving to try and get Aphelion back on the bed, sighing slightly.

"Isshhhh allllllright... I jusht losht my grip on shhhhhpace." mumbled Aphelion, crawling back onto the bed.

"Ssssshho... Should I leavee?" he asked.

Shaking her head she then realises something and yells at Arthur, "Wait up! When you entered you could probably hear my game down the corridor, and considering the sign on the door, why the hell did you enter!? Pervert!"

"I know full well what you're like. I knew it wouldn't be what you think I thought it would be." Arthur said, stumbling on the latter part of his sentence.

"Liar! Pervert!" Yells Aoife, going to pick up Aphelion and hug him, blushing at so much of the thought, "W-W-We were definitely going to! I was j-just showing him something first!"

I suffered for martial arts... now I suffer for my writing I guess...

''Y-yeah... Until you interrupted...'' said Aphelion, aiming to embrace Aoife back.

"Well, please don't do it on my bed, that's just weird.." Arthur turns to walk out the room "Wait.. What?"

Becoming more evident of its forced nature, she puts her crimson head on Aphelion's shoulder, "What do you mean, what? What is the thing you are what-ing about?"

"I don't even know, I'll just leave, please remember to clean the room afterwards." Arthur slowly walks backwards out the door.

"C-Can you do me a favour? .. I think we may need you for something." Asks Aoife, glancing at her partner in crime as for his reaction.

Aphelion nodded quickly, although he wasn't quite sure what Aoife meant. Other than moving his head, the rest of his body was still frozen.

Seeing his response, she continues, coughing slightly as she continues, "I-If you want to hear about your upcoming present for your birthday. Then you can stay, if you don't you will probably have to leave."

"It completely depends on what the gift is, if it's something weird, I'll probably just leave now"

"Hey, you are the one who said you get all the ladies." Comments Aoife, smiling slightly as she gulps heavily, Aphelion feeling it on his shoulder.

Aphelion felt the gulp and, like a chain reaction, he gulped himself. While his drunken act helped him cool off some steam, hugging Aoife now was slowly getting to his face.

"Heh, yeah I do say that..." Arthur looks wistfully off into the middle distance. "But what has that got to do with anything?" He says after snapping back into reality.

Lifting an arm to gesture at one of the many games, reading 'Cripple Girls' , she goes "I figured we could make you a dating sim using the girls in the academy, so I had my buddy here come so he could write it for you."

"H-huh? Oh, umm, yeah..." said Aphelion, getting ever redder as he's mentioned. He managed to keep himself from fainting again... just barely, as Aoife seemed to have her mind on other matters than letting him go free from the hug.

"I see, firstly I'm flattered I guess. Second, it's a bit weird, but I guess I can live with that..."

"So we need you to do something for us. We need you to get the voice of a few people." Continues Aoife, still clamping Aphelion tightly to her without realising.

W-w-w-when's she gonna le-let go? Aphelion thought to himself. He parted his lips to speak, but just as fast as he decided to say something, he closed them back up.

"Do what? What do you mean? Also, let go of the poor man" Art5hur says whilst gesturing towards Aphelion, who appeared to be suffering.

Lifting her head as she suddenly realises she is still hugging him, she shirks back and lets go. Falling backwards to lie down, even her fingers would be red from the flushing taking over her body, stuttering out incoherent words.