-Fearless-
(Arthur)
A quiet evening in the household of an elder Star Warrior named Bate hardly lasted when the shouts and cries of Meta echoed throughout the house. Bate, who was resting in the living room, quickly woke in a jolt when he heard the little Puff. He let out an irritated groan when the cries soon turned to shouts as Meta and Arthur entered the living room and headed towards him. With a slightly annoyed gruff, Bate spoke to the two.
“What is it this time?” He asked,
Meta, who was still in hysterics, hugged and nuzzled the elder for comfort. “A-Arthur,” He muffled in his arms,
Bate eyed the green Puff below when Meta mentioned him. It wasn’t uncommon for Arthur to tease and harass Meta, and although it was typical roughhousing -as all bothers do- sometimes Arthur is known to get aggressive at times.
“I didn’t do anything!” He huffed, and crossed his arms, “Meta’s just being a big baby….”
“Am not!” He barked back, and faced Bate with tears now streaming down his face, “He told me a demon beast lives under my bed and then he threw one of my stuffed animals under it!”
“Arthur….”
Small chills ran though Arthur as Bate said his name. He timidly looked up and saw the unamused, tired look on the elders face. He knew Bate wasn’t particularly fond of dealing with this sort of thing, and the sound of his voice hinted that his boiling point was starting to break…..or maybe he was just frustrated that his nap was disturbed- he wasn’t sure, exactly.
“I…It was just a joke,” He softly replied, “He kept bugging me when I just wanted to be left alone. It’s not my fault he’s such a scardy-puff.”
“Am nottt!!” Meta shouted,
“Are too!" Arthur snapped, "You’re scared of everything!”
“No I’m not!!!!” Meta cried,
“Gumball, please,” Bate hushed so he didn’t have to hear his ear piercing shouts.
“But Teacher!” Meta protested, “Tell him he’s wrong!”
“There’s nothing wrong with being scared, Meta,” Bate set him down, “We’re all scared of something, but what’s not okay it to exploit it for humor,” He said, looking at Arthur.
“What is it this time?” He asked,
Meta, who was still in hysterics, hugged and nuzzled the elder for comfort. “A-Arthur,” He muffled in his arms,
Bate eyed the green Puff below when Meta mentioned him. It wasn’t uncommon for Arthur to tease and harass Meta, and although it was typical roughhousing -as all bothers do- sometimes Arthur is known to get aggressive at times.
“I didn’t do anything!” He huffed, and crossed his arms, “Meta’s just being a big baby….”
“Am not!” He barked back, and faced Bate with tears now streaming down his face, “He told me a demon beast lives under my bed and then he threw one of my stuffed animals under it!”
“Arthur….”
Small chills ran though Arthur as Bate said his name. He timidly looked up and saw the unamused, tired look on the elders face. He knew Bate wasn’t particularly fond of dealing with this sort of thing, and the sound of his voice hinted that his boiling point was starting to break…..or maybe he was just frustrated that his nap was disturbed- he wasn’t sure, exactly.
“I…It was just a joke,” He softly replied, “He kept bugging me when I just wanted to be left alone. It’s not my fault he’s such a scardy-puff.”
“Am nottt!!” Meta shouted,
“Are too!" Arthur snapped, "You’re scared of everything!”
“No I’m not!!!!” Meta cried,
“Gumball, please,” Bate hushed so he didn’t have to hear his ear piercing shouts.
“But Teacher!” Meta protested, “Tell him he’s wrong!”
“There’s nothing wrong with being scared, Meta,” Bate set him down, “We’re all scared of something, but what’s not okay it to exploit it for humor,” He said, looking at Arthur.
-End Drabble-
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Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
