Death by brows

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Arthur had scurried off with his tail between his legs back to his group of friends. Mathew was seated next to Ivan, who looked rather bored and tired of this all,and yao, who seemed more pissed than anything. The British man seemed rather shaken as he sat down in an uncharacteristically quite way. Not a single word of complaint or critique left his chapped pale lips. He didn't even reach for the tea Yao had gotten as per his usual request!

Ivan seemed more intrigued then anything as he opened his mouth, "Arthur..." he began in his usual spine chilling voice "why do you look so pale..? Did something happen? Do tell." He gave a childish smile that always ticked off Arthur "did the fat ass piss in your tea again?" He sweetly asked in a way that was meant to be a jab at Arthur but instead it caused Arthur to flinch.

   "Don't say that." He quickly quipped at Ivan, which seemed to shock all of them. Arthur's brows were knit tight and his lips were stuck in a firm straight line as a cold sweat dripped from his forehead. "I...I saw something unsettling..." he quietly said and looked down at the disgusting table.

   "Well...spit it out, tell us what you saw." Mathew said and leaned forward furiously. His blue eyes were wide as he waited, a patient smile on his face. Yao seemed more annoyed that Arthur was leaving him hanging and Ivan just quietly sat with a smile on his face.

   "It was...it's about Alfred..." he began. Yao scoffed and rolled his eyes, Mathew seemed to loose interest and Ivan, well Ivan stayed the same more or less, but his aura seemed to darken.

  "What about him now?" Mathew asked as he sighed, "is it cause he stole your boyfriend? It's okay Arthur you can find someone el-"

  "He cut himself." Arthur abruptly said "all...all over his inner and upper thighs were was scars and Fresh wounds on them. I'm willing to bet there's more hes hiding...is that why he wore bandages on his arms? Why he always hid in the stall when he was forced to change for gym? Mathew you said you knew he wouldn't do this-you said that Alfred isn't that type of person." He sounded angry "I can't do this anymore. I don't care what he did to you this has gone too far." Arthur stood up "I can't believe I let you cohorts me into playing in your bloody game. I always had a bad feeling about this but I'm done." His eyes narrowed and became poisonous "loose my number." Arthur then turned and left quickly. How could he make this up to Alfred? What could he do?

  "Ah...what to do..." he mumbled softly "if I remember correctly Alfred always loved my scones!" Arthur got an idea "I know, I'll have Francis invite them to teatime with me this Saturday. I'll make amazing food for them!" He proudly said and walked off.

  Alfred along with the group shuddered. It felt as if their stomachs and tastebuds would be in danger.

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Sorry for the lack of updates this past month! School has been shit and I've just been exhausted all around. I took a mental health hiatus but to be honest I probably won't be able to post once every two months like before because of exams. However I'm now in therapy's and am feeling somewhat better mentally! I'll still try and put out updates as often as I can but they won't be long! I hope you enjoy them, and here's some art too lol

 However I'm now in therapy's and am feeling somewhat better mentally! I'll still try and put out updates as often as I can but they won't be long! I hope you enjoy them, and here's some art too lol

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