07-30-2010, 07:13 PM
((Yeah, he's good. Alfred and Arthur have a rather strenuous relationship but there is still that little bit of compassion left.))
Alfred jumped forward a bit as he was hit in the back of the head. He turned around quickly, flaring the look that only a gold fish could imitate as the baseball rolled across and off the table. "God, Arthur that hurt!" he said harshly as he rubbed the back of his head. His eyes narrowed at the man. "I dunno, why are you of all people late?" He crossed his arms with a sly smile as a single eyebrow rose, curious for an answer.
Alfred F. Jones
Supplying the world with awesomeness since 1774. Sig by me, yo!